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...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: WIDOW FORTELKA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |