Go, since you must, but, Dearest, know <br />That, Honour having bid you go, <br />Your honour, if your life be spent, <br />Shall have a costly monument. <br /> <br />This heart, that fire and roses is <br />Beneath the magic of your kiss, <br />Shall turn to marble if you die <br />And be your deathless effigy.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-parting-2/
