Poem by Edith Nesbit

At Parting

   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.

1. The Point of View: I
2. Bridal Eve
3. Incompatibilities
4. The Last Defeat
5. The Death of Agnes

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