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164 Crying, "Sun-child, come to me;

Let me warm my heart with thee!"

But the sea calls out no more;

It is winter on the shore,—

Winter, cold and dark and wild.

Krinken was a little child,—

It was summer when he smiled;

Down he went into the sea,

And the winter bides with me,

Just a little child was he.

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Stevenson's Birthday.