The Boston Evening Transcript

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,5
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. 

Eliot, T. S. 1917. Prufrock and Other Observations.