Capitolo 2
Only under in deep interruptions, safe from cold of winter cold,
There are heaps of red apples from the orchard the hill.
A lot of one year has Grand'ther Baldwin in the old dwelt of house in peace,
As his/her hair every year grew more white, he has seen its increase of herds.
Strong children and the beautiful daughters, growing from childish plays,
One to the time have gathered the duties of the life, and gone on them many ways.
Made to keep silent the voice of childish laughter, it made to keep silent it is the happy tone of infancy,
the fireside of the hearth that Grand'ther Baldwin and his/her good wife sit alone.
Becoming round mean-apprehensive (the recking not as time was run away)
Of the wild foeman that affixed from which the musket was sped.
Not far street, the barn, plethoric with the loots of crop in autumn,
Taken the trophies well-earned of the grower--the guerdon of his/her toils;
Filled the attics with hay, sweet-perfumed abducted in ecstasy from the green of lawns,
While under of you/he/she is stopped the bovine livestock with their drowsy and calm aspect.
Deep and spacious it is the wheat-cans, while filling o'er with the gold of nature;
Here are poles of yellow pumpkins on the barn-floor freely rolled.
Only under in deep interruptions, winter and cold cold safe,
There are heaps of red apples from the orchard on the hill.
A lot of one year has Grand'ther Baldwin in the old dwelt of house in peace,
As his/her hair every year grew more white, he has seen its increase of herds.
Strong children and the beautiful daughters, growing from childish plays,
One to the time have gathered the duties of the life, and gone on them many ways.
Made to keep silent the voice of childish laughter, it made to keep silent it is the happy tone of infancy,
From the fireside of the hearth Grand'ther Baldwin and his/her good wife sit alone.
Once more inside the twelvemonth, when the days are short and drear,