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At night, by the fire, / The colors of the bushes / And of the fallen leaves, / Repeating themselves, / Turned in the room, / Like the leaves themselves / Turning in the wind. / Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks / Came striding. / And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
The colors of their tails / Were like the leaves themselves / Turning in the wind, / In the twilight wind. / They swept over the room, / Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks / Down to the ground. / I heard them cry -- the peacocks. / Was it a cry against the twilight / Or against the leaves themselves / Turning in the wind, / Turning as the flames / Turned in the fire, / Turning as the tails of the peacocks / Turned in the loud fire, / Loud as the hemlocks / Full of the cry of the peacocks? / Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?