Classic Poem

K ULNASATZ , my reindeer,
We have a long journey to go;
The moors are vast,
And we must haste,
Our strength, I fear,
Will fail if we are slow:
And so
Our songs will, too.

Kaigè, the watery moor,
Is pleasant unto me,
Though long it be,
Since it doth to my mistress lead
Whom I adore;
The Kilwa moor
I ne'er again will tread.

Thoughts filled my mind,
Whilst I through Kaigè passed
Swift as the wind,
And my desire
Winged with impatient fire:
My reindeer, let us haste!

So shall we quickly end our pleasing pain—
Behold my mistress there,
With decent motion walking o'er the plain!
Kulnasatz, my reindeer,
Look yonder! where
She washes in the lake!
See! while she swims,
The water from her purer limbs
New clearness take!