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RINKEN 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.

Krinken on the beach one day Saw a maiden Nis at play; 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." Krinken was a little child, By the maiden Nis beguiled; Down into the calling sea With the maiden Nis went he.