Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Without Ceremony - Poem by Thomas Hardy

It was your way, my dear,
To be gone without a word
When callers, friends, or kin
Had left, and I hastened in
To rejoin you, as I inferred.

And when you'd a mind to career
Off anywhere - say to town -
You were all on a sudden gone
Before I had thought thereon,
Or noticed your trunks were down.

So, now that you disappear
For ever in that swift style,
Your meaning seems to me
Just as it used to be:
'Good-bye is not worth while!'

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 10, 2010

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