I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I <br /> pass'd the church; <br /> Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long- <br /> stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful; <br /> I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the <br /> soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; <br /> ... Heart of my love!--you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of <br /> the wrists around my head; <br /> Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last <br /> night under my ear.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-heard-you-solemn-sweep-pipes-of-the-organ/
