Without Ceremony
It was your way, my dear,To be gone without a wordWhen callers, friends, or kinHad left, and I hastened inTo rejoin you, as I inferred.
And when you’d a mind to careerOff anywhere—say to town—You were all on a sudden goneBefore I had thought thereon,Or noticed your trunks were down.
So, now that you disappearFor ever in that swift style,Your meaning seems to meJust as it used to be:“Good-bye is not worth while!”
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