You'll love Me yet
Robert Browning
1812 to 1889
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You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
love's protracted growing:
June rear'd that bunch of flowers carry,
From seeds of April's sowing.
I plant heartful now: some seed
At least is sure strike,
And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like.
You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?—that a thousand pains.
What 's death? You'll love yet!