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!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW TO CHLOE WHO FOR HIS SAKE WISHED HERSELF YOUNGER by WILLIAM CARTWRIGHT LITTLE SNAIL by HILDA CONKLING THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S WOOING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY ARMY CORRESPONDENT'S LAST RIDE; FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865 by GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND |