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/ EVENING.
/ As slaughter red the long creek crawls / From solitary forest walls, / Out where the eve's wild glory falls. / One wiry leg drowned in his breast, / Neck-shrunk, flame-gilded with the West, / Stark-stately he the evening wears.
/ NIGHT.
/ The whimp'ring creek breaks on the stone; / The new moon came, but now is gone; / White, tingling stars wink out alone. / Lank specter of wet, windy lands, / The melancholy heron stands; / Then, clamoring, dives into the stars.