Caroling Dusk/The Deserter

by Joseph S. Cotter, Jr.

For other versions of this work, see The Deserter (Cotter).

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.