假狮子

(Elizabeth Barrett Browning, translated by Viv)

你会爱我的

你会爱我的！——我可以等待
你的爱渐渐生长：
你手上的那束花，
四月才播种，六月便盛开。
如今我撒下了满心种子：总有一朵
绽在你的胸怀，
然后结了果——你定不忍采摘，
也许，是喜欢，即使不算爱。
至少，你会看一眼爱的残骸，
一座坟，是一株紫罗兰：
你看一眼？——便偿我万千痛哀。
死又如何？你会爱我的！

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You'll love me yet

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!