Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Scarlet TanagerRichard Hunt
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He sings “Ke-i, ke-o, ke-ay”—
A rich wild strain that sounds to me
Like bugle-notes of anarchy.
You flare and flicker, like the sun
Against the black void’s freezing breath:
Like life triumphant over death.
From tree to tree you flame and wave:
You wave the blood of liberty
Against the black shroud of the brave.
Amid the dim leaves’ emerald shade.
Your note’s a love-note after all!
Of love your scarlet flame is made!