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 yieldwhat 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!