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Krinken

Krinken

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.
“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,
Summer, summer evermore,
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,
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.



Poem Krinken - Eugene Field