| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Broadway | | By Walt Whitman |
| | | WHAT hurrying human tides, or day or night! | |
| What passions, winnings, losses, ardours, swim thy waters! | |
| What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow, stem thee! | |
| What curious questioning glances—glints of love! | |
| Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration! | 5 |
| Thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad long-drawn lines and groups! | |
| (Could but thy flagstones, curbs, façades, tell their inimitable tales; | |
| Thy windows rich, and huge hotels—thy sidewalks wide;) | |
| Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet! | |
| Thou, like the parti-coloured world itself—like infinite, teeming, mocking life! | 10 |
| Thou visor’d, vast, unspeakable show and lesson! | | | | |
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