He had been bothering the rest with song;
But I, most comfortably far
Within the city's stimulating jar
Feeling for bus-conductors and for flats,
And shop-girls buying too expensive hats,
And silver-serviced dinners,
And various kinds of pleasant urban sinners,
And riding on the subway and the L,
Had much beside his song to hear and tell.
But one day (it was Spring, when poets ride