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