--The vault at Pfaffs where the drinkers and laughers meet to eat and drink and carouse While on the walk immediately overhead pa** the myriad feet of Broadway As the dead in their graves are underfoot hidden And the living pa** over them, recking not of them, Laugh on laughers! Drink on drinkers! Bandy the jest! Toss the theme from one to another! Beam up--Brighten up, bright eyes of beautiful young men! Eat what you, having ordered, are pleased to see placed before you--after the work of the day, now, with appetite eat, Drink wine--drink beer--raise your voice, Behold! your friend, as he arrives--Welcome him, where, from the upper step, he looks down upon you with a cheerful look Overhead rolls Broadway--the myriad rushing Broadway The lamps are lit--the shops blaze--the fabrics vividly are seen through the plate gla** windows The strong lights from above pour down upon them and are shed outside, The thick crowds, well-dressed--the continual crowds as if they would never end The curious appearance of the faces--the glimpse just caught of the eyes and expressions, as they flit along, (You phantoms! oft I pause, yearning, to arrest some one of you! Oft I doubt your reality--whether you are real--I suspect all is but a pageant.) The lights beam in the first vault--but the other is entirely dark In the first