English poem
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 bedspread!
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 this boon has sent - If i die and wither I shall die content.