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Runo VIII]

was the maid of Pohja,

Famed on land, on water peerless,

On the arch of air high-seated,

Brightly shining on the rainbow,

Clad in robes of dazzling lustre,

Clad in raiment white and shining.

There she wove a golden fabric,

Interwoven all with silver,

And her shuttle was all golden,

And her comb was all of silver.

From her hand flew swift the shuttle,

In her hands the reel was turning,

And the copper shafts they clattered,

And the silver comb resounded,

As the maiden wove the fabric,

And with silver interwove it.

Väinämöinen, old and steadfast,

Thundered on upon his journey,

From the gloomy land of Pohja,

Sariola for ever misty.

Short the distance he had travelled,

Short the way that he had journeyed,

When he heard the shuttle whizzing,

High above his head he heard it.

Thereupon his head he lifted,

And he gazed aloft to heaven,