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Runo XVIII]

, old and steadfast,

Pondered deeply and reflected

How he best should woo the maiden,

Hasten to the long-haired maiden,

In the gloomy land of Pohja,

Sariola, for ever misty,

She the far-famed Maid of Pohja,

She the peerless Bride of Pohja.

There the pale-grey boat was lying,

And the boat with red he painted,

And adorned the prow with gilding,

And with silver overlaid it;

Then upon the morning after,

Very early in the morning,

Pushed his boat into the water,

In the waves the hundred-boarded,

Pushed it from the barkless rollers,

From the rounded logs of pine-tree.

Then he raised a mast upon it,

On the masts the sails he hoisted,

Raised a red sail on the vessel,

And another blue in colour,

Then the boat himself he boarded,

And he walked upon the planking,

And upon the sea he steered it,

O’er the blue and plashing billows.

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