/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / 際際滷Share feed for 際際滷shows by User: HridyaMathew https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png 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!"...........