I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ
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．