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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390929" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Krinken</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Krinken was a little child,--<br>It was summer when he smiled.<br>Oft the hoary sea and grim<br>Stretched its white arms out to him,<br>Calling, &quot;Sun-child, come to me;<br>Let me warm my heart with thee!&quot;<br>But the child heard not the sea,<br>Calling, yearning evermore<br>For the summer on the shore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Krinken on the beach one day<br>Saw a maiden Nis at play;<br>On the pebbly beach she played<br>In the summer Krinken made.<br>Fair, and very fair, was she,<br>Just a little child was he.<br>&quot;Krinken,&quot; said the maiden Nis,<br>&quot;Let me have a little kiss,<br>Just a kiss, and go with me<br>To the summer-lands that be<br>Down within the silver sea.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Krinken was a little child--<br>By the maiden Nis beguiled,<br>Hand in hand with her went he,<br>And 'twas summer in the sea.<br>And the hoary sea and grim<br>To its bosom folded him--<br>Clasped and kissed the little form,<br>And the ocean's heart was warm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the sea calls out no more;<br>It is winter on the shore,--<br>Winter where that little child<br>Made sweet summer when he smiled;<br>Though 'tis summer on the sea<br>Where with maiden Nis went he,--<br>Summer, summer evermore,--<br>It is winter on the shore,<br>Winter, winter evermore.<br>Of the summer on the deep<br>Come sweet visions in my sleep:<br>His fair face lifts from the sea,<br>His dear voice calls out to me,--<br>These my dreams of summer be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Krinken was a little child,<br>By the maiden Nis beguiled;<br>Oft the hoary sea and grim<br>Reached its longing arms to him,<br>Crying, &quot;Sun-child, come to me;<br>Let me warm my heart with thee!&quot;<br>But the sea calls out no more;<br>It is winter on the shore,--<br>Winter, cold and dark and wild;<br>Krinken was a little child,--<br>It was summer when he smiled;<br>Down he went into the sea,<br>And the winter bides with me.<br>Just a little child was he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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It was summer when he smiled.
Oft the hoary sea and grim
Stretched its white arms out to him,
Calling, &quot;Sun-child, come to me;
Let me warm my heart with thee!&quot;
But the child heard not the sea,
Calling, yearn..."></div>
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