I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I passd the
church;
Winds of autumn!as I walkd the woods at dusk, I heard your long-stretchd
sighs, up above, so mournful;
I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the operaI 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
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I Heard You, Solemn-sweet Pipes of the Organ.
written byWalt Whitman
© Walt Whitman