Edith Nesbit (Эдит Несбит)

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 Home-Coming
2. St. Valentine's Day
3. The Last Defeat
4. The Death of Agnes
5. To One Who Pleaded for Candour in Love

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