Winter Dusk

I watch the great clear twilight

Veiling the ice-bowed trees;

Their branches tinkle faintly

With crystal melodies.

The larches bend their silver

Over the hush of snow;

One star is lighted in the west,

Two in the zenith glow.

For a moment I have forgotten

Wars and women who mourn —

I think of the mother who bore me

And thank her that I was born.