The Kalevala by Elias Lönnrot — Read

Then arose old Wainamoinen, / With his feet upon the island, / On the island washed by ocean, / Broad expanse devoid of verdure;

There remained he many summers, / There he lived as many winters, / On the island vast and vacant, / Well considered, long reflected, / Who for him should sow the island, / Who for him the seeds should scatter;