Hither, hither, love -

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 bedspread!

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 this boon has sent -
If i die and wither
    I shall die content.

This work was published before January 1, 1927, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.