O’er algid winter breaks to vernal shine
The frosty earth now tepid verdanture
What once was rended, now aligned
To swiftly flourish as blooms mature
Break not, my heart, you fragile bud
For courage sets where true love lies
And grow not thorns to protect your blood
But taste the gaze of her sable eyes
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I would like to translate this poem
so nice i love the poem