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him, On a hill all silver-shining, From a golden heath arising. Then the harp he grasped with fingers, And upon his knee he propped it, 10 And his hands he placed beneath it, Then he spoke the words which follow: "Come ye now to listen to me, Ye before who never heard me, Hear with joy my songs primeval, While the kantele is sounding." Then the aged Vaeinaemoeinen, Quick commenced his skilful playing On the instrument of pikebone, On the kantele of fishbone, 20 And he raised his fingers nimbly, And his thumb he lifted lightly. Now came pleasure after pleasure, As the sweet notes followed others, As he sat and played the music, As he sang his songs melodious, As he played upon the pike-teeth, And he lifted up the fish-tail, And the horsehair sounded sweetly, And the horsehair sounded clearly. 30 Played the aged Vaeinaemoeinen. Nothing was there in the forest, Which upon four feet was running, Or upon their legs were hopping, And which came not near to listen, Came not to rejoice and wonder. Gathered round him all the squirrels, As from branch to branch they clambered, And the ermines flocked around him, Laid them down against the fences, 40 On the plains the deer were springing, And the lynxes shared the pleasure. In the swamp each wolf awakened, From the heath the bear aroused him, From his lair among the fir-trees, And the thickly growing pine-trees, And the wolves ran lengthy journeys, And the bears came through the heather, Till they sat upon the fences, Side by side against the gateway. 50 On the rocks the fence fell over, On the field the gate fell over, Then they climbed upon the pine-trees, And they ran around the fir-trees, Just to listen to the music, All rejoicing, and in wonder. Sage of Tapiola illustrious, He of Metsola the Master, And the whole of Tapio's people, All the boys and all the maidens, 60 Climbed upon a mountain summit, That they might enjoy the music, While the Mistress of the Forest, Keen-eyed matron of Tapiola, (Fine her stockings, blue in colour, Firmly tied with crimson ribands,) Climbed into a crooked birch-tree, Rested
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