I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
Walt Whitman

I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday
     morn I pass'd the church,
Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your
     long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful,
I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard
     the soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through
    one of the wrists around my head,
Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells
    last night under my ear.

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