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