IV
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson
· (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of The Miller's Daughter
Yet fill my glass,—give me one kiss;
My darling Alice, we must die.
There's somewhat in this world amiss,
Shall be unriddled by and by.
There's somewhat flows to us in life,
But more is taken quite away.
Pray, Alice, pray, my own sweet wife,
That we may die the selfsame day.