What hurrying human tides, or day or night!
What passions, winnings, losses, ardors, swim
What whirls of evil, bliss and sorrow stem, thee!
What curious questioning glances—glints of
Leer, envy, scorn, contempt, hope, aspiration!
Thou portal—thou arena—thou of the myriad
long-drawn lines and groups!
(Could but thy flagstones, curbs, facades tell
their inimitable tales);
Thy windows, rich and huge hotels—thy side-
Thou of the endless sliding, mincing, shuffling
Thou, like the parti-colored world itself—like
infinite, teeming, mocking life!
Thou visor'd, vast, unspeakable show and
Sheer white patchouli, passionate red musk, caramelized vanilla, black opium poppy, and lilac.