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John Keats - Hither, Hither, Love
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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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