Now the hedges are bearing gifts
Which human hands to the sun will lift
To find any red on a berry black
And if any red that berry lacks
Then 'twill indeed taste most sweet
In the early autumn heat
But soon winter will immortalise
Autumn's promises in ice
Till spring thaws out a new love
To abide with the sunny boughs above.
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! I like the way your words flow.