Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Mocking-birdHarriet Monroe
From “Carolina Wood-cuts”
I
Of clear water
Falling lacily in the sun.
I hear one, two—seven shivers
Of deep bells
Ringing under the sea.
I hear a chiming of soldiers in bright armor
Riding up a hill—
Oh, far away, far away!
I hear sweet words, silver words,
Musically clashing down
From the tune-locked lips of lovers
Up in Heaven.
I hear…..
Is it you, brown bird?