I WATCH the great clear twilight <br />Veiling the ice-bowed trees; <br />Their branches tinkle faintly <br />With crystal melodies. <br />The larches bend their silver <br />Over the hush of snow; <br />One star is lighted in the west, <br />Two in the zenith glow. <br />For a moment I have forgotten <br />Wars and women who mourn— <br />I think of the mother who bore me <br />And thank her that I was born.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-dusk-2/
