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!