“Pohyola’s fair and winsome daughter, Glory of the land and water, Sat upon the bow of heaven, On its highest arch resplendent, In a gown of richest fabric, In a gold and silver air-gown, Weaving webs of golden texture, Interlacing threads of silver; Weaving with a golden shuttle, With a weaving-comb of silver; Merrily flies the golden shuttle, From the maiden’s nimble fingers, Briskly swings the lathe in weaving, Swiftly flies the comb…”

— The Kalevala, Rune VIII · served from our shelf