| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Curb-Brokers | | By Florence Wilkinson Evans |
| | | HAIL, ye frenzied creatures, antic, mask-like figures, | |
| Shouting gibberish symbols, wheat and corn and cotton. | |
| Lo, the whole world is a maniac vision, | |
| Worm-eaten by black hopes and wriggling poisonous alarms; | |
| Neither flesh nor blood nor God nor devil, | 5 |
| One great brazen throat and dollar-signs for arms. | |
| Hail, ye frenzied creatures, | |
| ’Tis a blue autumn morn! | |
| And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn? | | | | |
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