Once I Pass'd Through a Populous City

Walt Whitman (1819 to 1892) included this poem in Leaves of Grass, which he was still editing on his deathbed:

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;	5
Again she holds me by the hand—I must not go!
I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.