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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!”
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 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.
When, at a time anon,
A figure lay stretched out whitely,
And I stood looking thereon.
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