Song from ‘Pippa Passes’ – By: BROWNING (1812-1889)

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!






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