THE BADGER PUBLIC LIBRARY

Hither, Hither, Love

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!