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

I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ

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.