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 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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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!—yon 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.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |