名人诗歌|You'll Love Me Yet

You'll love me yet！and I can tarry

Your love's protracted^{1 growing；}

June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry

From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now： some seed

At least is sure to strike，

And yieldwhat you'll not pluck indeed，

Not love， but， may be， like.

You'll look at least on love's remains^2，

A grave's one violet：

Your look？that pays a thousand pains.

What's death？ You'll love me yet！

Robert Browning