ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for <br /> future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and <br /> traditions; <br /> Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met <br /> there, who detain'd me for love of me; <br /> Day by day and night by night we were together,--All else has long <br /> been forgotten by me; <br /> I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately clung to me; <br /> Again we wander--we love--we separate again; <br /> Again she holds me by the hand--I must not go! <br /> I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/once-i-pass-d-through-a-populous-city/
