I know not why or whence he came Or how he chanced to go; I only know he brought me love, And goingleft 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE FANCIES AT NAVESINK: 2 by WALT WHITMAN JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ECLOGUE: THE TIMES by WILLIAM BARNES |