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Runo XXIX]

And the pine-boughs shine like silver,

And the flowers of heath all golden,

And the mountains are of honey,

And the rocks are made of hens’ eggs,

Flows the mead from withered pine-trees,

Milk flows from the barren fir-trees,

Butter flows from corner-fences,

From the posts the ale is flowing.

“There to dwell was very pleasant,

Lovely was it to reside there;

Afterwards ’twas bad to live there,

And unfit for me to live there.

They were anxious for the maidens,

And suspicious of the women,

Lest the miserable wenches,

And the fat and wicked creatures,

Might by me be badly treated,

Visited too much at night time.

But I hid me from the maidens,

And the women’s daughters guarded

Just as hides the wolf from porkers,

Or the hawks from village poultry.”

, youth for ever youthful,

Lemminkainen young and lively,

Very early in the morning,

In the very earliest morning,