I know not why or whence he came <br />Or how he chanced to go; <br />I only know he brought me love, <br />And going, left me woe. <br /> <br />I do not ask that he turn back <br />Nor seek where he may rove, <br />For where woe rules can never be <br />The dwelling place of love. <br /> <br />For love went out the door of hope <br />And on and on has fled, <br />Caring no more to dwell within <br />The house where faith is dead.<br /><br />Joseph Seamon Cotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-deserter/
