Thomas Hardy — The last time

The kiss had been given and taken,        &nbsp And gathered to many past: It never could reawaken;        &nbsp But you heard none say: “It’s the last!” The clock showed the hour and the minute,        &nbsp But you did not turn and look: You read no finis in it,        &nbsp As at closing of a book. But you read it all too rightly        &nbsp When, at a time anon, A figure lay stretched out whitely,        &nbsp And you stood looking thereon.