Give me juicy autumnal fruit ripe and red from the orchards,
Give me a field where the unmoved grass grows,
Give me an arbor, give me the trellised grape,
Give me fresh corn nd wheat, give me serene moving animals teaching contents,
Give me nights perfectly quiet as on high plateaus west of the Mississippi, and I looking up at the stars,
Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed,
Give me for marriage a swee- breathed woman of whom I should never tire,.
Give me a perfect child, give me, away aside from the noise of the world, a rural domestic life
Give me a warble spontaneous songs recluse by myself, for my own ears only,
Give me solitude, give me nature, give me again O Nature your primal sanities!
These demanding to have them (tired with ceaseless excitement,and racked by the war-strife)
These to procure incessantly asking, rising in cries from my heart.
While yet incessantly asking still I adhere to my city,
Day upon day and year upon year, o city, walking your Streets,
When you hold me enchained a certain time refusing to give me up,
Yet giving to make me glutted , enriched of soul, you give me forever faces,
O I see what I sought to escape,confronting, reversing my cries,
I see my own soul trampling down what is asked for.
Keep your splendid silent sun,
Keep your woods, O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods,
Keep your fields of clover and Timothy, and your cornfield and orchards,
Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum,
Give me faces and streets,-give me this phantoms incessant and endless along the trottoirs!
Give me interminable eyes- give to women,- give me comrade and lover's by the thousand!
Let me see me new ones everyday- let me hold new ones by the hand every day!
Give me such shows- give me the street of Manhattan?
Give me Broadway, with the soldier marching- give me the sound of the trumpet and drums!
(The soldier in companies or regiment- some starting away flushed and reckless,
Some, their time up, returning with thinned ranks, young,yet very old,worn, marching, noticing nothing)
Give me the shores and wharves heavy-fringed with black ships,
O such for me, O an intense life, full of repletion and varied,
The life of a theatre, bar-room, huge hotel for me, the Torchlight processions,
The dense brigade bound of the war, with high-piled military wagons following
People endless, streaming, with the strong voices, passion, pageant,
Manhattan streets with the powerful throbs, with beating drums as snow,
The endless and noisy chorus, the rustle and clank of musket ( even the sight of the wounded),
Manhattan crowds, with their turbulent musical chorus,
Manhattan faces and eyes forever for me.
