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Tue readers of the Boston Evening Transcript / Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
When evening quickens faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Tran- / Script,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to / Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, ‘Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Even- ing Transcript.