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WOINOMOINEN'S MUSIC, by                    
First Line: Then the ancient woinomoinen
Last Line: Through his jackets eight of wadmal
Subject(s): Music & Musicians


Then the ancient Woinomoinen
On the bench himself he seated;
Took the harp betwixt his fingers;
On his knee about he turned it,
In his hand he fitly placed it.
Play'd the ancient Woinomoinen,
Universal joy awaking.
Like a concert was his playing:
There was nothing in the forest,
On four nimble feet that runneth,
On four lengthy legs that stalketh,
But repair'd to hear the music
When the ancient Woinomoinen,
When the Father joy awaken'd;
Even, at Woinomoinen's harping,
'Gainst the hedge the bear upbounded.
There was nothing in the forest,
On two whirling pinions flying,
But with whirlwind speed did hasten;
There was nothing in the ocean,
With six fins about that roweth,
Or with eight to move delighteth,
But repair'd to hear the music;
Even the briny water's mother
'Gainst the beach breast-forward cast her,
On a little sand-hill raised her,
On her side with tail upcrawling.
Even from Woinomoinen's eyeballs
Tears of heartfelt pleasure trickled,
Bigger than the whortleberry,
Heavier than the eggs of plovers,
Down his broad and mighty bosom,
Kneeward from his bosom flowing,
From his knee his feet bedewing;
And I've heard, his tears they trickled
Through the five wool-wefts of thickness,
Through his jackets eight of wadmal.





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