Hither, Hither Poem by Louisa May Alcott
Hither, Hither
Hither, hither, from thy home,
Airy sprite, I bid thee come!
Born of roses, fed on dew,
Charms and potions canst thou brew?
Bring me here, with elfin speed,
The fragrant philter which I need.
Make it sweet and swift and strong,
Spirit, answer now my song!
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Hither I come,
From my airy home,
Afar in the silver moon.
Take the magic spell,
And use it well,
Or its power will vanish soon!
Hmmm I wonder if she asked for a love potion. If I had such prompt connections that might be one of my requests. Another cute poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And again, I would give this poem a rating but the voting booth appears closed...again.