Robert Graves (1895–1985). Fairies and Fusiliers. 1918.
11. Finland
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In that frore land:
Legs wobble and go wingle,
You scarce can stand.
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.