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.