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,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.
1860/1861
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