03 March 2014

Winter Dusk, Sealy Lake, Montana

Winter Dusk
by Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)

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.

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