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City of orgies, walks and joys,

City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make

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.