“Mariatta, child of beauty, Listened to its gentle pleading, Ran to pick the berry, calling, With her fair and dainty fingers, Saw it smiling near the meadow, Like a cranberry in feature, Like a strawberry in flavor; But the virgin, Mariatta, Could not pluck the woodland-stranger, Thereupon she cut a charm-stick, Downward pressed upon the berry, When it rose as if by magic, Rose above her shoes of ermine, Then above her copper girdle,…”

— The Kalevala, Rune L · served from our shelf