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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.
1914.