I remember when, the male chaffinch piped his song
When the dove white at the roof of a cow house cooed loud and strong
When the sparrow hawk ominously smoothed, wheeled the air along
Danger, danger frizzed all the groves gloom from fear of wrong
By the grassy fields with fuller sound
At winter in curves and twists the season rivulet ran
And drooping rain drops from wide leaves began
To converge into tiny streams against nature fan
in the clay soil of the dark ground
Those days are gone, yet their beauty and grace echoes unsurpassed
What has passed cannot be retrieved or un-passed
The innocence days, who could refrain, that had a heart to love,
And in that heart the courage to make this love known?
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful description! I especially like the line ' those days are gone...........unsurpassed'.