Hither Hither Love

Hither Hither Love

by 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!


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