Winter Dusk
I watch the great clear twilight1 Veiling the ice-bowed trees; Their branches tinkle2 faintly With crystal melodies.
The larches3 bend their silver Over the hush4 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.