You'll love Me yetYOU'LL love me yet!—and I can tarryYour 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 seedAt 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。
