The Deserter

I know not why or whence he came
Or how he chanced to go;
I only know he brought me love,
And going, left me woe.

I do not ask that he turn back
Nor seek where he may rove,
For where woe rules can never be
The dwelling place of love.

For love went out the door of hope
And on and on has fled,
Caring no more to dwell within
The house where faith is dead.