You’Ll Love Me Yet

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!
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