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