你总有爱我的一天

罗伯特·勃朗宁

You'll love me yet！

and I can tarry 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！

你总有爱我的一天，

我能等着你的爱慢慢地长大。

你手里提的那把花，

不也是四月下的种子，六月开的吗？

如今我在心里撒满爱的种子，

至少有一两粒会发芽吧。

然后开花了，你也不会去采的。

没有爱，至少，会有点喜欢吧。

你总会看一眼，

我坟头的紫罗兰。

那一眼，抵了我万千烦恼。

死又怎样？你总有爱我的一天。