I Heard You Solemn-Sweet Pipes of the OrganI heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn Ipass’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 thesoprano in the midst of the quartet singing;Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one of thewrists around my head,Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells lastnight under my ear.
I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn Ipass’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 thesoprano in the midst of the quartet singing;Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one of thewrists around my head,Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells lastnight under my ear.