Sands at Seventy - Broadway

What hurrying human tides, or day or night!

What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, 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!

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 side-walks wide;)

Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling feet!

Thou, like the parti-colored world itself - like infinite, teeming, mocking life!

Thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable show and lesson!