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.