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John Keats

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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