Lovely Lauma winsome maiden,
Of the Hisi woods and snow-fields,
Chanter of the fen and forest,
Of the ancient songs of Hisi,
And the hymns of Kalewala;
Beauteous maiden of the Northland,
With complexion fair and lovely,
In a gown of flowing fabric,
In a green-gown of the fairest;
Horns of reindeer from her tresses,
Wondrous growing from the maiden
From the holy Hisi-Maiden;
Modest was her sandal foot-strap,
Blue-moon ribbons round her ankles,
With a silken-circle clasping
Each, the silver fir-wood sandals;
Radiant were her porcelain bare-feet,
Glowing like the shining Frostmoon—
Each foot curving like the crescent,
Like the glowing crescent Frostmoon!
Lo!—Her in-soles like the Fullmoon!
Her pink-soles like the Bloodmoon,
And her arches like the Frostmoon!
O! To lick those lively pale-feet,
Press my lips upon the Maiden,
Taste the Hisi-Maiden's bare-feet...

WHY SHOULDN'T I WRITE POETRY FOR LAUMA'S FEET HUH? WHY THE SHOULDN'T I? GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON!!