“Once to swim I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors Sank poor Aino to the bottom Of the deep and boundless blue-sea, Like a pretty son-bird, perished. Never come a-fishing, father,… — Elias Lönnrot Copy Share Image
“Craftsman Ilmarinen wept Every evening for his woman, Weeping sleepless through the nights And fasting through the days; In the early hours complaining, Every… — Elias Lönnrot Copy Share
“Once to swim I sought the sea-side, There to sport among the billows; With the stone of many colors Sank poor Aino to the… — Elias Lönnrot Copy Share
“For this I weep all my days and throughout my lifetime grieve that I swam from my own lands and came from familiar lands… — Elias Lönnrot Copy Share
“Words shall not be hid nor spells buried might shall not sink underground though the mighty go.” — Elias Lönnrot Copy Share
