Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918.

11. Finland

FEET and faces tingle

In that frore land:

Legs wobble and go wingle,

You scarce can stand.

The skies are jewelled all around,

The ploughshare snaps in the iron ground,

The Finn with face like paper

And eyes like a lighted taper

Hurls his rough rune

At the wintry moon

And stamps to mark the tune.