Once I pass'd through a populous city

F. Piket

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.