You'll love me yet and I can tarry ............................

[*Hala*]

You'll love me yet and I can tarry
a poem by Robert Browning


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!

[Baniaz Khan]

Re: You'll love me yet and I can tarry ............................

I could not understand the complete but some lines have true thought

[Dil Peshawari]

Re: You'll love me yet and I can tarry ............................

tou aik stanza meri taraf se bhi qabool farmayeiye:

Rose leaves when rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed
and so thy thoughts, when you are gone
Love itself shall slumber on
by P.B Shelly