| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | X. The Pity of It
From ‘The Princess’ | | By Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892) |
| | | 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. | 5 |
| 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 | 10 |
| We lost in other years, | |
| There above the little grave, | |
| O there above the little grave, | |
| We kiss’d again with tears. | | | | |
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