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.
(Lord Alfred Tennyson)
More Poetry from Lord Alfred Tennyson:
- The Lady Of Shalott (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 45. The baby new to earth and sky (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
- Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
- Duet (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
- The Garden (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)
- Amphion (Lord Alfred Tennyson Poems)