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.