Poem by Walt Whitman

Leaves of Grass. 4. Children of Adam. 14. 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.

1. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 42. While Not the Past Forgetting
2. Leaves of Grass. 21. Drum-Taps. 35. How Solemn As One by One [Washington City, 1865]
3. Leaves of Grass. 30. Whispers of Heavenly Death. 5. Yet, Yet, Ye Downcast Hours
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 7. The Pallid Wreath
5. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 17. A Christmas Greeting

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