Tuesday, June 30, 2020

WITHOUT CEREMONY ~








Without Ceremony



It was your way, my dear,

To vanish 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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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)





Thomas Hardy and his wife Emma