Walt Whitman

Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City

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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