ONCE I passed 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 tremulous.