Eino Leino(1878-1926)
Gentle wind of the Summer evening
sighs from under the hill,
the path of the grove of pines tinselled
by the moon from the sky.
Slowly sways the woodland pine,
afar a cuckoo calls,
silently steps the wanderer,
the sorrow of the mind sleeps.
(Suvi-illan vieno tuuli, from Sanna Jaatinen(ed.): Runoja luonnosta, 1989, page 39.)
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