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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG ISLAND SOUND by EMMA LAZARUS LINES; SUGGESTED BY GRAVES TWO ENGLISH SOLDIERS ON CONCORD by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ODE TO SILENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL DRINKING SONG, FR. THE SCHOOL FOR SCANDAL by RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN |