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162 For close-barred prisons will sometimes yawn,

And yield their dead unto life again;

And the day that comes with a cloudy dawn,

In golden glory at last may wane.

The great tears sprang to their meeting eyes;

For the heart must speak when the lips are dumb,

And under the silent evening skies

Together they followed the cattle home.

.

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.