Walt Whitman — 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! 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.