City of orgies, walks and joys, City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make you illustrious, Not the pageants of you, not your shifting tableaus, your spectacles, repay me, Not the interminable rows of your houses, nor the ships at the wharves, Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows with goods in them, Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soiree or feast; Not those, but as I pass O Manhattan, your frequent and swift flash of eyes offering me love, Offering response to my own -- these repay me, Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING by ROBERT FROST TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE SONNET: 109 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG NYMPH GOING TO BED by JONATHAN SWIFT PRELUDE by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN |