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!

Readings

You'll Love Me Yet read by Charles Dance
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