Caroling Dusk/The Deserter

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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 filed;
Caring no more to dwell within
 The house where faith is dead.

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