 | Leaves of grass (1872) |  |
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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.
| Leaves of grass (1872) | |