Once I Pass’D Through A Populous City By 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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