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I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I passed / the church; / Winds of autumn! -- as I walked the woods at dusk, I heard your / long-stretched sighs, up above, so mournful; / I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera -- I heard the / soprano in the midst of the quartette 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.