Robert Browning - You'll Love Me Yet 汉译

You’ll love me yet!—and I can tarry<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

Your 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 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!