名人诗歌|A Broadway Pagent（一）

Over the Western sea hither from Niphon come，

Courteous^{1， the swart-cheek'd two-sworded envoys2，}

Leaning back in their open barouches， bare-headed， impassive，

Ride to-day through Manhattan.

Libertad！ I do not know whether others behold^{3 what I behold，}

In the procession along with the nobles of Niphon， the

errand-bearers，

Bringing up the rear， hovering^{4 above， around， or in the ranks}

marching，

But I will sing you a song of what I behold Libertad.

When million-footed Manhattan unpent descends^{6 to her}

pavements，

When the thunder-cracking guns arouse me with the proud

roar I love，

When the round-mouth'd guns out of the smoke and smell I

love spit their salutes^7，

When the fire-flashing guns have fully^{8 alerted me， and heaven}

clouds canopy^{9 my city with a delicate thin haze10，}

When gorgeous the countless^{11 straight stems， the forests at}

the wharves^{12， thicken with colors，}

When every ship richly drest carries her flag at the peak，

When pennants^{13 trail and street-festoons hang from the}

windows，

When Broadway is entirely^{14 given up to foot-passengers and}

foot-standers， when the mass is densest^15，

When the facades^{16 of the houses are alive with people， when}

eyes gaze riveted^{17 tens of thousands at a time，}

When the guests from the islands advance， when the pageant¹⁸

moves forward visible，

When the summons is made， when the answer that waited

thousands of years answers，

I too arising， answering， descend^{5 to the pavements， merge19}

with the crowd， and gaze with them.