At Parting [Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know]

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Title:     At Parting [Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know]
Author: Edith Nesbit [More Titles by Nesbit]

Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know
That, Honour having bid you go,
Your honour, if your life be spent,
Shall have a costly monument.

This heart, that fire and roses is
Beneath the magic of your kiss,
Shall turn to marble if you die
And be your deathless effigy.

1914.

[The end]
Edith Nesbit's poem: At Parting [Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know]

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