I'm mightily fond of Manhattan, I like all its hurry, its autos that scurry, Its buildings that reach to the skies; Its races, the Greek and the Latin, French, Hebrew, Slavonic, The air that's a tonic, Its noise and its wealth and its size. But though these may hold me with charms that enfold me Where Gotham's activity swirls, The chiefest of glories the town has in store is Its treasure of airiest, Daintiest, merriest, Wisest and—wariest Girls! East, west, on the island I wander And, river to river, I'm ever aquiver With joy at this feminine mob; And as I progress I grow fonder Of gorgeous gowned ladies, Or Mamies and Sadies Who work at a commonplace job. I gaze in an awed way at those upon Broadway Or Grand Street's assemblage of pearls, Those smartly garbed, natty, vivaciously chatty, Deliciously prettified, Silly or wittified, Patently citified Girls! I've given the frails the once over In Cork, Christiana, Chicago, Havana, In London and Paris and Rome; But nowhere, from Pekin to Dover, Wherever they're swarming Are any more charming Than those who call Gotham their home. From Bronx to South Ferry the thoroughfares carry A tide that in loveliness swirls In silk, serge and satin; the Lure of Manhattan Is made of unmissable, Built-to-be-blissable, Lovable, kissable Girls! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMETIME by MAY LOUISE RILEY SMITH SONNET: LOVE'S HEIGHT by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT OF FIVE DAYS OLD by ELIZABETH BOYD SINGING FAITH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SONG TO ONE THAT DESIRED TO KNOW MY MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW |