ONCE I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for
future use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
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,
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,
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.