Kulnasatz _my Rain-deer We have a long journy to go; The Moor’s are vast, And we must hast, Our strength I fear Will fail if we are slow, And so Our Songs will do._ Kaigè _the watery Moor Is pleasant unto me, Though long it be; Since it doth to my Mistriss lead, Whom I adore; The_ Kilwa _Moor, I nere again will tread_. _Thoughts fill’d my mind Whilst I thro_ Kaigè _past. Swift as the wind, And my desire, Winged with impatient fire, My Rain-deer let us hast._ _So shall we quickly end our pleasing pain: Behold my Mistresse there, With decent motion walking ore the Plain._ Kulnasatz _my Rain-deer; Look yonder, where She washes in the Lake. See while she swims, The waters from her purer limbs New cleerness take._ This is a love Song of the _Laplanders_, wherewith they incourage their Rain-deers to travell nimbly along. For all delay, tho in it self short, is tedious to lovers. They use too at other times to entertain themselves with such Sonnets, when at some distance from their Mistresses, and therein to make mention of them, and extoll their beauty. One of this kind I received of the said _Olaus_, and seeing we have lit upon this subject, I here set it down. _Pastos paiwa Kiufwresist jawra Orre Iawra Ios kaosa kirrakeid korngatzim Ia tiedadzim man oinæmam jaufre Orre Jawra Ma tangast lomest lie sun lie Kaika taidæ mooraid dzim soopadzim Mak taben sadde sist oddasist Ia poaka taidæ ousid dzim karsadzim Makqwodde roamaid poorid ronaid Kuliked palwaid tim suteatim Mak kulki woasta Iaufræ Orre Iaufræ Ios mun tæckas dzim kirdadzim sææst worodzæ sææst Æ muste læ sææ dziodgæ sææ maina taockao kirdadzim Æka læ Iulgæ songiaga Iulgæ, akælæ siædza Fauron sietza, maan koima lusad Dzim norbadzim. Kalle ju leck kucka madzie wordamadzie Morredabboit dadd paiwidad, linna sabboid Dadd salmidad liegæ sabboid waimodadd Ius kuckas sick patæridziek Tannagtied sarga dzien iusadzim Mi os matta lædæ sabbo Korrassabbo Nu ly paddæ soona paddæ, ia salwam route salwam Kæk dziabræi siste karrasistæ. In kæsæ myna, tæm airvitæm punie poaka Tæmæ jardækitæmæ Parne miela Piægga miela noara iorda kockes jorda Ios taidæ poakaid læm kuldælæm Luidæm radda wæra radda Ouita lie miela oudas waldæman Nute tiedam poreponne oudastan man kauneman._ The sense of the Song is thus, _With brightest beams let the Sun shine On_ Orra Moor, _Could I be sure, That from the top o’th lofty Pine, I_ Orra Moor _might see, I to his highest bow would climb, And with industrious labor try, Thence to descry My Mistress, if that there she be_.