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!