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Poem-You'll Love Me Yet
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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 plack 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 deth?--You'll love me yet!
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 plack 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 deth?--You'll love me yet!
