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Krinken was a little child -- / It was summer when he smiled; / Oft the hoary sea and grim / Stretched its white arms out to him, / Calling: "Sun-Child, come to me, / Let me warm my heart with thee" -- / But the child heard not the sea / Calling, yearning evermore / For the summer on the shore.
Krinken on the beach one day / Saw a maiden Nis at play -- / On the pebbly beach she played / In the summer Krinken made.