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Leaves of Grass (1881-82)
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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,
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Winds of autumn, as I walk'd the woods at dusk I heard your
long-stretch'd sighs up above so mournful,
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I heard the perfect Italian tenor singing at the opera, I heard the
soprano in the midst of the quartet singing;
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Heart of my love! you too I heard murmuring low through one
of the wrists around my head,
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Heard the pulse of you when all was still ringing little bells last
night under my ear.
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