I'm going to New York !
(what a lark ! what a song !)
where the tough Rocky's eaves
hit the sea. Where th'Acro-
polis is functional, the trains
that run and shout! the books
that have trousers and sleeves !

I'm going to New York !
(quel voyage ! jamais plus !)
far from Ypsilanti and Flint !
where Goodman rules the Empire
and the sunlight's eschato-
logy upon the wizard's bridges
and the galleries of print!

I'm going to New York !
(to my friends ! mes semblables !)
I suppose I'll walk back West.
But for now I'm gone forever !
the city's hung with flashlights !
the Ferry's unbuttoning its vest !