You'll love Me yet 

You'll love me yet.

and I can tarry your love's protracted growing.

你总有爱我的一天

我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大

June rear'd that bunch of flowers you carry,

From seeds of April's sowing.

你手里提的那把花

不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？

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.

我如今种下满心窝的种子

至少总有一两粒生根发芽

开的话是——你不要采的

不是爱，也许是一点喜欢吧

You'll look at least on love's remains,

A grave's one violet:

Your look?—that pays a thousand pains.

我坟前开的一朵紫罗兰

爱的遗迹——你总会瞧他一眼

你那一眼吗？抵得我千般苦恼了

What's death?

You'll love me yet! 

死算什么？

你总有爱我的一天

(胡适 译）