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. 5