Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland — Complete. Anonymous

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       All the fragments come together

       Forming pieces two in number,

       One the upper, one the lower,

       Equal to the one, the other.

       From one half the egg, the lower,

       Grows the nether vault of Terra:

       From the upper half remaining,

       Grows the upper vault of Heaven;

       From the white part come the moonbeams,

       From the yellow part the sunshine,

       From the motley part the starlight,

       From the dark part grows the cloudage;

       And the days speed onward swiftly,

       Quickly do the years fly over,

       From the shining of the new sun

       From the lighting of the full moon.

       Still the daughter of the Ether,

       Swims the sea as water-mother,

       With the floods outstretched before her,

       And behind her sky and ocean.

       Finally about the ninth year,

       In the summer of the tenth year,

       Lifts her head above the surface,

       Lifts her forehead from the waters,

       And begins at last her workings,

       Now commences her creations,

       On the azure water-ridges,

       On the mighty waste before her.

       Where her hand she turned in water,

       There arose a fertile hillock;

       Wheresoe'er her foot she rested,

       There she made a hole for fishes;

       Where she dived beneath the waters,

       Fell the many deeps of ocean;

       Where upon her side she turned her,

       There the level banks have risen;

       Where her head was pointed landward,

       There appeared wide bays and inlets;

       When from shore she swam a distance,

       And upon her back she rested,

       There the rocks she made and fashioned,

       And the hidden reefs created,

       Where the ships are wrecked so often,

       Where so many lives have perished.

       Thus created were the islands,

       Rocks were fastened in the ocean,

       Pillars of the sky were planted,

       Fields and forests were created,

       Checkered stones of many colors,

       Gleaming in the silver sunlight,

       All the rocks stood well established;

       But the singer, Wainamoinen,

       Had not yet beheld the sunshine,

       Had not seen the golden moonlight,

       Still remaining undelivered.

       Wainamoinen, old and trusty,

       Lingering within his dungeon

       Thirty summers altogether,

       And of winters, also thirty,

       Peaceful on the waste of waters,

       On the broad-sea's yielding bosom,

       Well reflected, long considered,

       How unborn to live and flourish

       In the spaces wrapped in darkness,

       In uncomfortable limits,

       Where he had not seen the moonlight,

       Had not seen the silver sunshine.

       Thereupon these words be uttered,

       Let himself be heard in this wise:

       "Take, O Moon, I pray thee, take me,

       Take me, thou, O Sun above me,

       Take me, thou O Bear of heaven,

       From this dark and dreary prison,

       From these unbefitting portals,

       From this narrow place of resting,

       From this dark and gloomy dwelling,

       Hence to wander from the ocean,

       Hence to walk upon the islands,

       On the dry land walk and wander,

       Like an ancient hero wander,

       Walk in open air and breathe it,

       Thus to see the moon at evening,

       Thus to see the silver sunlight,

       Thus to see the Bear in heaven,

       That the stars I may consider."

       Since the Moon refused to free him,

       And the Sun would not deliver,

       Nor the Great Bear give assistance,

       His existence growing weary,

       And his life but an annoyance,

       Bursts he then the outer portals

       Of his dark and dismal fortress;

       With his strong, but unnamed finger,

       Opens he the lock resisting;

       With the toes upon his left foot,

       With the fingers of his right hand,

       Creeps he through the yielding portals

       To the threshold of his dwelling;

       On his knees across the threshold,

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