I heard you solemn-sweet pipes of the organ as last Sunday morn I

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