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Hither, hither, love -

John Keats·1795–1821
Lines:24Movement:Romanticism
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 pleasureIn one moment flies,Though the passion's treasureIn 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, hitherLove this boon has sent -If i die and witherI shall die content.