Music

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Title:     Music
Author: Walt Whitman [More Titles by Whitman]

I heard you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I passed the church;

Winds of autumn!--as I walked the woods at dusk, I heard your long-stretched sighs, up above, so mournful;

I heard the perfect Italian tenor, singing at the opera--I heard the soprano in the midst of the quartette 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.

[The end]
Walt Whitman's poem: Music

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