Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
O Changing OneWilliam A. Norris
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Your feet are like white foam
Riding the long blue rhythms of my thought—
Like foam on a subsiding lake
In the hour next before sunset.
Red from the first frost,
Whirling into the corners of my mind,
Whirling into the sunlight again;
Dancing, chaotic,
Gay in their brief autumn.
Your feet are like black velvet,
And you move without sound within the shadows;
You circle the firelight of my thought.
And I, by the red fire that fights the shadows,
Wonder what prey you seek—
I, not wholly at ease.