Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Old TownEdward Sapir
From “Backwater”
O
The straggling street!
Oh, I fear, I fear the going down
On stumbling feet!
To the pitchy sea,
Unlit of a moon or a dim ray
Through a cavernous tree.
By the black shore;
The ancients will steal me silently
The purple I wore.
I shall tremble bare;
They will make my body cold and straight
And lay me there
Oh, I fear,
I fear the town that ever and ever
I’m coming near.