Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
America: Vols. XXV–XXIX. 1876–79.
Broadway
By William Allen Butler (18251902)O
Underneath each spreading awning,
Sheltered from the sun’s fierce ray,
Come, and let us saunter gayly
With the crowd whose footsteps, daily,
Wear the sidewalks of Broadway.
Till the duller days of winter,
Till some dark December day;
Better than your lucubrations
Are the vivid inspirations
You can gather in Broadway!
Of your Boulevards Parisian,
With their brilliant broad pavés,
Still for us the best is nearest,
And the last love is the dearest,
And the Queen of Streets—Broadway!
Sparkle eyes to kindle sonnets,
Charms, each worth a lyric lay;
Ah! what bright, untold romances
Linger in the radiant glances
Of the beauties of Broadway!
Is the momentary meeting,
That our footsteps may not stay;
While, each passing form replacing,
Swift the waves of life are chasing
Down the channels of Broadway!
Are the jostling promenaders,
In their varied, strange display;
Here an instant, only, blending,
Whither are their footsteps tending
As they hasten through Broadway?
Crowded with unhappy dwellers;
Some to mansions, rich and gay,
Where the evening’s mirth and pleasure
Shall be fuller, in their measure,
Than the turmoil of Broadway!
Blest with quicker intuition,
We should shudder with dismay
To behold what shapes are haunting
Some, who seem most gayly flaunting
On the sidewalks of Broadway!
And the maiden gay and fearless,
And the old man worn and gray,
Swift and viewless, waiting never,
Still the Fates are gliding ever,
Stern and silent, through Broadway!