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English Poetry III: From Tennyson to Whitman.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Robert Browning

667. You’ll Love Me Yet

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.

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!