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Hilda Conkling

Peacock Feathers

On trees of fairyland

Grow peacock feathers of daylight colors

Like an Austrian fan.

But there is a strange thing!

I have heard that night gathers these feathers

For her cloak;

I have heard that the stars, the moon,

Are the eyes of peacock feathers

From fairy trees.

It is a thing that may be,

But I should not be sure of it, my dear,

If I were you!