I heard you

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.