Hither, Hither, Love
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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