E S T H O N I A N* POETRY. 



ger youth, to whom every minute is as long as ten 

 years, which keeps him from the embraces of his bride, 

 fprings out of his cabitka, makes the entangled hunt- 

 ing-lines afunder, mounts his horfe without delay, and 

 haftens forward on the wings of love. 



There feem to be two alternate chorufes in this bal- 

 lad. The chorus before the houfe, begins. The ar- 

 riving chorus, anfwers. The queftions propofed by the 

 former, are fiich as might proceed from the participa- 

 ting heart of the mother, of the inquifitive bride, to 

 whom every trifling circumftance of the journey of her 

 bridegroom, is of great importance. cc The hunting- 

 6C lines kept hanging: therefore we flayed fo long." 

 Certainly the bridegroom (think the chorus, as enter- 

 ing into the thoughts of the bride) fnatched them 

 haftily from the bufb.es. He therefore alks, *' Who 

 66 took them from the apple-tree B" — This the young 

 bridegroom did (replies the other chorus), drawn by 

 the . centre of all attraction to youth, the kindling fpark 

 of company. But to the fong itfelf : 



Terre, terre, faiokenne / 

 Terre teelta ta'leniafta ! 

 Kes teid teih ierveftelles f 

 Kes andiS) arrola k<sette ? 

 Jumal teid meid ierveftelles, 

 Maria and arrola kaitte. 

 Mis teid tele vivijlalles ? 

 Ohja Lck/id annapujfe y 

 Peitfed pava naludelle, 

 Kes vot ohjad aunapufta ? 

 Peitfed pceva nxludejl f 



Sepfe 



