ONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for future use, with its shows, architec- ture, customs, and traditions;Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met there, who detained 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 tremu- lous.