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1840–1928

WITHOUT CEREMONY

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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