I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
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.
|from Children of Adam: Leaves of Grass BOOK IV.|
by Walt Whitman
|Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City||Facing West from California's Shores|