:你总有爱我的一天

　　You'llloveme yet！

　　and I can tarryyourlove's protracted growing.

　　June rear'd that bunch of flowersyoucarry,

　　From seeds of April's sowing.

　　I plant a heartful now: some seed

　　At least is sure to strike,

　　And yield,whatyou'llnot pluck indeed,

　　Notlove, but, may be, like.

　　You'lllook at least onlove's remains,

　　A grave 's one violet.