Behold how the spumy waves they fall,

so beautifully girdle shore’s edges!

Oh, hark how the birds, so rapturous, call,

so beautifully sing in the hedges!

Oh, have you not seen the pale evening moon,

or listened to whispering forest-noon,

as over it all the clouds candy flossed,

white, in sky of the summer are tossed?

--Eino Leino