Somehow I never thought that you would go,
Not even when red war swept through the land--
I somehow thought, because I loved you so,
That you would stay. I did not understand
That something stronger than my love could come,
To draw you, half-reluctant, from my heart;
I never thought the call of fife and drum
Would rend our cloak of happiness apart!
And yet, you went... And I--I did not weep--
I smiled, instead, and brushed the tears aside.
And yet, when night-time comes, I cannot sleep
But silent lie, while longing fights with pride--
YOU ARE MY MAN, THE FOE YOU FIGHT MY FOE,
AND YET--I NEVER THOUGHT THAT YOU WOULD GO!