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.