I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I br pass'd the church; br Winds of autumn!--as I walk'd the woods at dusk, I heard your long- br stretch'd sighs, up above, so mournful; br I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the br soprano in the midst of the quartet singing; br ... Heart of my love!--you too I heard, murmuring low, through one of br the wrists around my head; br Heard the pulse of you, when all was still, ringing little bells last br night under my ear.