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.