Sara Teasdale - Winter Dusk

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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. Sara Teasdale poemhunter.com/poem/winter-dusk-2/