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oth the boats were waiting ready On the quay, with steel all fitted, On the landing-stage of copper, And the first boat was a new one, And the second was an old one. Said the aged Vaeinaemoeinen, To the new boat firstly speaking: "Go, thou boat, into the water, To the waves, O vessel, rush thou, 50 Even though no arm should turn thee, Even though no thumbs should touch thee." Sped the boat into the water, Rushed amid the waves the vessel. Old and steadfast Vaeinaemoeinen, In the stern made haste to seat him, And he went to sweep the water, And to sweep among the billows. Scattered leaves of water-lilies, Raked he up among the shore-drift, 60 All the rubbish raked together, All the rubbish, bits of rushes, Every scrap he raked together, All the shoals with care raked over, But he found not, nor discovered, Where his pike-bone harp was hidden, And this joy was gone for ever, With the kantele was sunken. Vaeinaemoeinen, old and steadfast, Then returned unto his dwelling, 70 Head bowed down, and sadly grieving, And his cap awry adjusted, And he said the words which follow: "Unto me is lost for ever Pleasure from the harp of pike-teeth, From the harp I made of fish-bone." As he wandered through the country, On the borders of the woodlands, There he heard a birch-tree weeping, And a speckled tree lamenting, 80 And in that direction hastened, Walking till he reached the birch-tree. Thereupon he spoke and asked it, "Wherefore weep'st thou, beauteous birch-tree, Shedding tears, O green-leaved birch-tree, By thy belt of white conspicuous? To the war thou art not taken, Longest not for battle-struggle." Answer made the leaning birch-tree, And the green-leaved tree responded: 90 "There is much that I could speak of, Many things I might reflect on, How I best might live in pleasure, And I might rejoice for pleasure. I am wretched in my sorrow, And can but rejoice in trouble, Living with my life o'erclouded, And lamenting in my sorrow. "And I weep my utter weakness, And my worthlessness lament for, 100 I am poor, and all unaided, Wholly wretched, void of succour, Here in such
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