But Ted and I said Goodbye blindly,

And no more said.

No word between us of the thought

That fill'd four years,

No fond look caught by eyes well taught,

Tho' thick with tears!

'Twas Goodbye, Nance, and Goodbye, Ted,

And just a clasp of the hand:

Maybe I'll write, he might have said

For me to understand.

But poor people have need to work

Whether merry or sad,

Whatever groping thought do lurk,

Whatever dreams they've had!

I went my way and he kept his,

I to the county town,

He in a row of cottages

Below the hump-backt down.

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