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;
Again she holds me by the hand–I must not go!
I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.
This is a powerful and very sensitive poem. I read a while ago (I can not quote the source, I forgot it) that this poem was intended to celebrate a homosexual relationship the poem had. Still is one of my favorites.
The poem i hated, i might have if i would have been able to understand it. why does it have all the little ::TM””;”’::”” crap??!! please fix it!