Once I Pass'd Through A Populous City

Walt Whitman

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

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