Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
After FeverLouise Redfield
T
Waves of a sea that washes in my head—
The shoreless sea that roars inside a shell;
Blurred ringing of a distant drowsy bell;
Clamor of fairy festival, or fair.
But for the iron of this featherbed,
I should float into places thin and far,
And like a bubble pricked against a star,
Die in a trail of iridescent air.