Walt Whitman — Once I Passd Through a Populour City

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.