CITY of orgies, walks and joys! <br /> City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day make <br /> you illustrious, <br /> Not the pageants of you--not your shifting tableaux, your spectacles, <br /> repay me; <br /> Not the interminable rows of your houses--nor the ships at the <br /> wharves, <br /> Nor the processions in the streets, nor the bright windows, with <br /> goods in them; <br /> Nor to converse with learn'd persons, or bear my share in the soiree <br /> or feast; <br /> Not those--but, as I pass, O Manhattan! your frequent and swift flash <br /> of eyes offering me love, <br /> Offering response to my own--these repay me; <br /> Lovers, continual lovers, only repay me.<br /><br />Walt Whitman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-of-orgies/