The Last Time The kiss had been given and taken, And gathered to many past: It never could reawaken; But I heard none say: ‘It’s the last!’ The clock showed the hour and the minute, But I did not turn and look: I read no finis in it, As at closing of a book. But I read it all too rightly When, at a time anon, A figure lay stretched out whitely, And I stood looking thereon. |
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