“Louhi, hostess of the Northland, Angry grew and cried for vengeance; As she found her fame departing, Found her strength fast disappearing, Thus addressed the sea-fog virgin: “Daughter of the morning-vapors, Sift thy fogs from distant cloud-land, Sift the thick air from the heavens, Sift thy vapors from the ether, On the blue-back of the broad-sea, On the far extending waters, That the ancient Wainamoinen, Friend of ocean-wave and…”

— The Kalevala, Rune XLII · served from our shelf