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The 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 Transcript, / I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning / Wearily, as one would turn to nod goodbye to Rochefoucauld, / If the street were time and he at the end of the street, / And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript. "