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.