ROBERT BROWNING.
You'll love me yet!—and I can tarryYour love's protracted growing:June reared 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!
About author.
Robert Browning was an English poet and playwright whose dramatic monologues put him among the foremost Victorian poets. His poems are noted for irony, characterization, dark humour, social commentary, historical settings and challenging vocabulary and syntax. His career began well, but shrank for a time.
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