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.