Wallace Stevens - Domination of Black lyrics

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?

Out of the window
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind
I saw how the night came
Came striding like the color
Of the heavy hemlocks i felt afraid
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks