A winter chill will come though
Now you laugh; the sun shines
And there's warmth in every thing.
But things procrastinated will
Still come; and winter too
Will come with its attendant
Chills and colds and frosts.
Then will the woods do tempest
And the leafless trees in league
The fading of warm days all sing.[
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I would like to translate this poem