The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
The two servants of the sun did their duty with diligence, so that the
sun was never absent from the sky for a day. Then began the long summer
nights when Koit and Ämarik join their hands, when their hearts beat
and their lips meet in a kiss, while the birds in the woods sing sweet
songs each according to his note, when flowers blossom, the trees
flourish, and all the world rejoices. At this time the Creator
descended from his golden throne to earth to celebrate the festival of
Lijon.[20] He found all his works and affairs in good order, and
rejoiced in his creation, and said to Koit and Ämarik, "I am well
pleased with your management, and desire your lasting happiness. From
henceforth be husband and wife."
But the two exclaimed with one voice, "Father, let us enjoy our
happiness undisturbed. We are[Pg 34] content with our lot, and will
remain lover and beloved, for thus we enjoy a happiness which is ever
young and new."
Then the Creator granted them their desire, and returned to his golden
heaven.
The versions given by Boecler and Jannsen differ slightly.
THE MAIDEN AT THE VASKJALA BRIDGE.
(Kreutzwald.)
On a beautiful and quiet summer evening many years ago, a pious maiden
went to the Vaskjala[21] Bridge to bathe and refresh herself after the
heat of the day. The sky was clear, and the song of the nightingale
re-echoed from the neighbouring alder thicket. The Moon ascended to his
heavenly pavilion, and gazed down with friendly eyes on the wreath of
the maiden with the golden hair and rosy cheeks. The maiden's heart was
pure and innocent, and modest and clear as the waters of the spring[Pg
35] to its very depths. Suddenly she felt her heart beat faster, and a
strange longing seized her, and she could no longer turn her eyes away
from the face of the Moon. For because she was so good and pure and
innocent, she had won the love of the Moon, who desired to fulfil her
secret longings and the wish of her heart. But the pious maiden
cherished but one wish in her heart, which she could not venture to
express or to ask the Moon to fulfil, for she longed to depart from
this world and to dwell for ever beneath the sky with the Moon, but the
Moon knew the unexpressed thoughts of her heart.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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