You'll love Me yet
Robert Browning
1812 to 1889
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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You'll love me yet!—and I can tarry
And yield—what you'll not pluck indeed,
Your love's protracted growing:
I plant a heartful now: some seed
June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,
Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.
Not love, but, may be, like.
From seeds of April's sowing.
At least is sure to strike,
A grave's one violet:
You'll look at least on love's remains,
What 's death? You'll love me yet!