Edith Nesbit

(15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924 / Kennington / Surrey / England)

At Parting - Poem by Edith 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.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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