THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT
The readers of the Boston Evening Transcript
Sway in the wind like a field of ripe corn.
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 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 Evening Transcript."
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 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 Evening Transcript."