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CITY of my walks and joys!
City whom that I have lived and sung there will one
     day make you illustrious,
Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tab-
     leaux, 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 win-
     dows, with goods in them,
Nor to converse with learned persons, or bear my
     share in the soiree or feast;
Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your fre-
     quent and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
Offering me the response of my own—these repay
     me,
Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.