I am waiting by my bonfire (Dan Andersson)

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I am waiting by my bonfire
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while the hours pass,
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while the stars wander and the nights pass by.
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I am waiting for a woman from far away,
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the dearest, the dearest wi--th blue eyes. 

I imagined a wandering,
snow-covered flower
and dreamed of a trembling elusive laugh.
I thought I saw my beloved coming
through the woods, over the moors on a snowy night. 

Gladly would I carry my dream girl in my hands,
through the brushes over to where my cabin is,
and raise a jubilant cry toward my dear,
"Welcome you who has been expected for lonesome years." 

I am waiting by my charcoal kiln
while the hours pass,
while the woods sing and the clouds drift.
I am waiting for a wandering woman from
far away --
the dearest, the dearest with blue eyes. 
Dan Andersson, Swedish Poet (1888-1920) He died young accidently in
his hotelroom. The room had been sprayed with toxic against bugs the
day before....A sad but true story.