You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry
Your love's protracted growing:
June reared 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 yield-what you'll not pluck indeed,
Not love, but, may be, like!
You'll look at least on love's remains,
A grave's one violet:
Your look?-that pays a thousand pains.
What's death?-You'll love me yet!
You'll Love Me Yet
Robert Browning
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Poem topics: death, june, violet, grave, I love you, april, april fools, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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