Jätkänkynttiläsilt (Lumberjack's Candle Bridge) over the Kemijoki River in Rovaniemi, Lapland (Finland)

 When the soft breath of Spring goes forth

Far o'er the mountains of the North,

How soon those wastes of dazzling snow

With life, and bloom, and beauty glow. 

Then bursts the verdure of the plains,

Then break the streams from icy chains; 

And the glad rein-deer seeks no more

Amidst deep snows his mossy store. 

Then the dark pine-wood's boughs are seen

Arrayed in tints of living green; 

And roses, in their brightest dyes, 

By Lapland's founts and streams arise. 

Poem The Northern Spring

Felicia Hemans

Bridges over the Kemijoki River in Koria (Finland)

I hear a rustle in the birches and I feel the wind rising,

rising on these open meadows, on the long lakeshore.

The breezes sing for my baby, rocking the cradle,

lulling my little bird to sleep.

And the hushabye wish that they made for the child

was that the moon might rise golden to watch over it.

I hear the birches rustling, I feel the wind rising;

many a rain has yet to fall, many a breeze is yet to come.

Yes, I can hear the birches rustling: the gentle rustling

of the birches, the soft whisper of the grass.

Lyrics of Milja

Varttina