human
Shall I take them away? said the Frost, sweeping down.
gpt
No, leave them alone Till the blossoms have grown,
human
Shall I take them away? said the Wind, as he swung.
gpt
No, leave them alone Till the berries have grown,
human
May I gather thy berries now?
gpt
Yes, all thou canst see: Take them; all are for thee,