John Keats

Hither, Hither, Love

Hither hither, love - 'Tis a shady mead - Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! Hither, hither, sweet - 'Tis a cowslip bed - Hither, hither, sweet! 'Tis with dew bespread! Hither, hither, dear By the breath of life, Hither, hither, dear! - Be the summer's wife! Though one moment's pleasure In one moment flies - Though the passion's treasure In one moment dies; Yet it has not passed - Think how near, how near! - And while it doth last, Think how dear, how dear! Hither, hither, hither Love its boon has sent - If I die and wither I shall die content!

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