You'll love Me yet

Robert Browning

1812 to 1889

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