As through the land at eve we went,
  And plucked the ripened ears,
We fell out, my wife and I,
O 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

 

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