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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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City of Orgies.
| CITY of orgies, walks and joys! |
City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst
will one day make you illustrious,
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Not the pageants of you—not your shifting tableaux,
your spectacles, repay me;
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Not the interminable rows of your houses—nor the
ships at the wharves,
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Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright win-
dows, with goods in them;
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Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share
in the soiree or feast;
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Not those—but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent
and swift flash of eyes offering me love,
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| Offering response to my own—these repay me; |
| Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me. |
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