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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

After Fever

Louise Redfield

THERE is a singing that is everywhere:

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.