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!