You'll Love Me Yet

You'll love Me yet Robert Browning 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! 你总有爱我的一天 罗伯特·勃朗宁 你总有爱我的一天， 我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大。 你手里提的那把花， 不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？ 如今我在心里撒满爱的种子， 至少有一两粒会发芽罢。 然后开花了，你也不会去采的。 没有爱，至少，会有点喜欢罢。 你总会看一眼， 我坟头的紫罗兰。 那一眼，抵了我万千烦恼。 死又怎样？你总有爱我的一天。