The poem
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!