We Kissed Again

From The Birmingham Age Herald, July 27, 1913. By Tennyson.

As thro’ the land at eve we went,
    And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
We fell out, I know not why,
    And kissed 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 kissed again with tears.