As thro’ the land at eve we went,
; ; ; ;And pluck’d the ripen’d ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
O we fell out I know not why,
; ; ; ;And kiss’d again with tears.
And blessings on the falling out
; ; ; ;That all the more endears,
When we fall out with those we love
; ; ; ;And kiss again with tears!
For when we came where lies the child
; ; ; We lost in other years,
There above the little grave,
O there above the little grave,
; ; ; We kiss’d again with tears.
– The Princess: A Medley: As thro’ the land by Lord Alfred Tennyson
