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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. / Fair, and very fair, was she, / Just a little child was he. / "Krinken," said the maiden Nis, / "Let me have a little kiss, / Just a kiss, and go with me / To the summer-lands that be / Down within the silver sea."