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.