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.