I Heard You, Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the Organ

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.