You’ll love me yet!—and I... «Pippa Passes»
innashpitzberg28 мая 2013You’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 heart full 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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