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. 32. From Noon to Starry Night. 1. Thou Orb Aloft Full-Dazzling
2. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. 55. An Evening Lull
3. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 1. The Pilot in the Mist
4. Leaves of Grass. 35. Good-Bye My Fancy. 2. Lingering Last Drops
5. Leaves of Grass. 34. Sands at Seventy. Fancies at Navesink. 5. And Yet Not You Alone

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