Furia (Szwecja) - The Dancing Sprite

She appeared on the meadow under the darkening skies,
and danced in nocturnal embrace.
I was struck by immortal shimmering eyes.
O, Her angelic, ancient, fervouring grace!

There She stood, immortal life
amidst nocturnal gleam
as stolen from a paradisial dream,
raving my soul with Her perfect eyes

In a summer midnight's glade
She danced as lightly as lunar shade.
She sang with the voice of a nightingale
thus Beauty did assail.

Her diaphanous silvering cloth billowed in the mist,
enrobed in twilight, by Diana kissed.
My heart no more belongs to me, She holds it in Her hand,
so hear my cry, delightful being of the darkening land...

Which mortal face could equal Hers?
What fiery flame within me stirs?

Take my hand beloved Sprite and dance with me tonight,
I long to kiss Thy silken skin, the snow was not so white!
Enchanted by Her glistening eyes that burn my soul with fire.
O, Sprite Thou hast awakened in me abysmal desire...

Lively, lovely, dancing sprite,
whirling in the night,
how merciless Thy beauty's might,
adorned by stellar light!
In dusk my soul was lost to Her, o, angel in the haze.
My trembling heart belongs to Her, I'm fervoured and ablaze.

And merely with a word She could
relieve my soul from pain,
and make it bloom as flowers would
if spring brought life with rain..

But in mortal love I'm cursed to writhe,
I hear the mellow voice of the Sprite:
"No mortal man can ever kiss a creature of light".
O, pearled, dancing fairy, Thy beauty is a scythe!



Thou lively, lovely, dancing Sprite,
whirling in the night.
How merciless Thy beauty's might,
adorned by lunar light!
Shimmering immortal eyes that glisten in the dark.
Only Death can now put out this enamourous spark.

So watch thy soul when nighttime gloams, and mists do fill the field,
For this is when Her beauty roams and the Angel’s scythe is wield.