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Rh "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,

Hand in hand with her went he

And 'twas summer in the sea.

And the hoary sea and grim

To its bosom folded him—

Clasped and kissed the little form,

And the ocean's heart was warm.

Now the sea calls out no more;

It is winter on the shore,—

Winter where that little child

Made sweet summer when he smiled;

Though 'tis summer on the sea

Where with maiden Nis went he,—

It is winter on the shore,

Winter, winter evermore.

Of the summer on the deep

Come sweet visions in my sleep:

His fair face lifts from the sea,

His dear voice calls out to me,—

These my dreams of summer be.

Krinken was a little child,

By the maiden Nis beguiled;

Oft the hoary sea and grim

Reached its longing arms to him,