I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ

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by 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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