In the shadow of a windmill, can you
Cast a torch against the night ?

Can you in the lit night
Draw a new breath from the wind ?

And will this new breath be used
To blow all the candles but one,

So that another year may be lived
And still a hope remain ?

Will this hope be harvested
Like wind in a sail,

Which vessel is shore-bound,
Carrying home

The miller’s daughter
To the torch bearer ?

And may the daughter bring a candle
To the highest bedroom,

So that the windmill
Becomes a lighthouse

And the girl, in short order,
A mother ?

Image credit : Rundetårn – Copenhagen