Kalevala : the Epic Poem of Finland — Volume 02 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 171 pages of information about Kalevala .
From his blade of golden color,
Into heaven’s upper spaces,
Into Ether’s starry pastures. 
When a little fire had kindled,
Ukko hid it in the cloud-space,
In a box of gold and silver,
In a case adorned with silver,
Gave it to the ether-maidens,
Called a virgin then to rock it,
That it might become a new-moon,
That a second sun might follow. 
On the long-cloud rocked the virgin,
On the blue-edge of the ether,
Rocked the fire of the Creator,
In her copper-colored cradle,
With her ribbons silver-studded. 
Lowly bend the bands of silver,
Loud the golden cradle echoes,
And the clouds of Northland thunder,
Low descends the dome of heaven,
At the rocking of the lightning,
Rocking of the fire of Ukko. 
Thus the flame was gently cradled
By the virgin of the ether. 
Long the fair and faithful maiden
Stroked the Fire-child with her fingers,
Tended it with care and pleasure,
Till in an unguarded moment
It escaped the Ether-virgin,
Slipped the hands of her that nursed it. 
Quick the heavens are burst asunder,
Quick the vault of Ukko opens,
Downward drops the wayward Fire-child,
Downward quick the red-ball rushes,
Shoots across the arch of heaven,
Hisses through the startled cloudlets,
Flashes through the troubled welkin,
Through nine starry vaults of ether. 
Then the ancient Wainamoinen
Spake and these the words he uttered: 
“Blacksmith brother, Ilmarinen,
Let us haste and look together,
What the kind of fire that falleth,
What the form of light that shineth
From the upper vault of heaven,
From the lower earth and ocean. 
Has a second moon arisen,
Can it be a ball of sunlight? 
Thereupon the heroes wandered,
Onward journeyed and reflected,
How to gain the spot illumined,
How to find the sacred Fire-child. 
Came a river rushing by them,
Broad and stately as an ocean. 
Straightway ancient Wainamoinen
There began to build a vessel,
Build a boat to cross the river. 
With the aid of Ilmarinen,
From the oak he cut the row-locks,
From the pine the oars be fashioned,
From the aspen shapes the rudder. 
When the vessel they had finished,
Quick they rolled it to the current,
Hard they rowed and ever forward,
On the Nawa-stream and waters,
At the head of Nawa-river. 
Ilmatar, the ether-daughter,
Foremost daughter of creation,
Came to meet them on their journey,
Thus addressed the coming strangers: 
“Who are ye of Northland heroes,
Rowing on the Nawa-waters?”
Wainamoinen gave this answer: 
“This the blacksmith, Ilmarinen,
I the ancient Wainamoinen. 
Tell us now thy name and station,
Whither going, whence thou comest,
Where thy tribe-folk live and linger? 
Spake the daughter of the Ether: 
“I the oldest of the women,
Am the first of Ether’s daughters,
Am the first of ancient mothers;
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