Hither, Hither, Love by John Keats

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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