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.
Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland; 15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924) was an English author and poet; she published her books for children under the name of E. Nesbit. She wrote or collaborated on more than 60 books of children's literature. She was also a pol…
View profile & all 35 Poems / StoriesNow the sprinkled blackthorn snowLies along the lover s lane
Shoulders of upland brown laid dark to the sunset's bosom,Living amber of wheat, and copper of new-ploughed loam,
Last year the fields were all glad and gayWith silver daisies and silver may;
The snow is white on wood and wold,The wind is in the firs,
Among his books he sits all dayTo think and read and write;
