The ivy leaves, (behind the shed),
Turned bright and blushed a rosy red.
Bit by the frost they sobered down,
And now can show but russet-brown.
Another frost and they will fall,
And there will be no leaves at all.
Thus down, through scarlet, gray, and dun,
The earth will fall into the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem