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!