English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 667. You’ll Love Me Yet |
| | | Robert Browning (1812–1889) |
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| YOU’LL love me yet!—and I can tarry | |
| Your love’s protracted growing: | |
| June rear’d that bunch of flowers you carry, | |
| From seeds of April’s sowing. | |
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| I plant a heartful now: some seed | 5 |
| At least is sure to strike, | |
| And yield—what you’ll not pluck indeed, | |
| Not love, but, may be, like. | |
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| You’ll look at least on love’s remains, | |
| A grave’s one violet: | 10 |
| Your look?—that pays a thousand pains. | |
| What’s death? You’ll love me yet! | |
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