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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUZZY-WUZZY' (SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE) by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON FOR THE HOLY FAMILY, BY MICHELANGELO (IN THE NATIONAL GALLERY) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A MOTHER'S PICTURE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN RONDEL by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |