“Louhi, hostess of Pohyola, Thus addressed old Wainamoinen: “Know I other mighty measures, Know I means that are efficient, And against thy golden moonlight, And the splendor of thy sunshine, And thy plowing, and thy reaping; In the rocks I’ll sink the moonbeams, Hide the sun within the mountain, Let the frost destroy thy sowings, Freeze the crops on all thy corn-fields; Iron-hail I’ll send from heaven, On the richness of thine acres,…”

— The Kalevala, Rune XLIII · served from our shelf