The Boston Evening TranscriptThe readers of the Boston Evening TranscriptSway in the blind like a field of ripe corn.When evening quickens faintly in the street,Wakening the appetites of life in someAnd to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,I mount the steps and ring the bell, turningWearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to RochefoucauldIf the street were time and he at the end of the street,And I say, “Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.”
The readers of the Boston Evening TranscriptSway in the blind like a field of ripe corn.When evening quickens faintly in the street,Wakening the appetites of life in someAnd to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,I mount the steps and ring the bell, turningWearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to RochefoucauldIf the street were time and he at the end of the street,And I say, “Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.”