“We have wished for thee for ages, Waiting since the days of childhood, For the notes of Tapio’s bugle, For the singing of the wood-nymphs, For the coming of dear Otso, For the forest gold and silver, Waiting for the year of plenty, Longing for it as for summer, As the shoe waits for the snow-fields, As the sledge for beaten highways, As the maiden for her suitor, And the wife her husband’s coming; Sat at evening by the windows, At the…”

— The Kalevala, Rune XLVI · served from our shelf