One Snowy Night in Sweden

Evening bathed in

sapphire twilight 

cradles a wintry chill

there waits a starlit cabin

lovers’ dreams

Cupid yet to fulfill.

 

Not for want of reason

should comely maiden call

on that bewitching cabin

betwixt ardor and forlorn

 

Sit by the fire, says he

attentive in his art

varm glögg och Appelkaka

potent gifts for his dearheart.

 

What delightful decadence, says she

I see what you are after

warm your toes by the fire

whilst I go fetch the pastor!