THE LAST TIME

The kiss had been given and taken,

And gathered to many past:

It never could reawaken;

But you heard none say: “It's the last!”

The clock showed the hour and the minute,

But you did not turn and look:

You read no finis in it,

As at closing of a book.

But you read it all too rightly

When, at a time anon,

A figure lay stretched out whitely,

And you stood looking thereon.