The Princess: As thro' the Land

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.