John Keats

(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821 / London, England)

Hither, Hither, Love - Poem by John Keats

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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!


Comments about Hither, Hither, Love by John Keats

  • Rookie - 0 Points Kainwo Moses (5/24/2009 1:38:00 AM)

    Keats keeps showing us how one's physical weakness must bow to one's spiritual greatness. I see he is alive even today. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Christian Eliab Ratnam (3/8/2006 7:54:00 AM)

    Hither, Hither it is a beautiful poem indeed. One of Mr Keat's best works! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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