Hither, Hither, Love

John KeatsJohn Keats31 Oct 1795 – 23 Feb 1821

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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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