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I HEARD YOU SOLEMN-SWEET PIPES OF THE ORGAN.

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.
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