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.