John Keats

“ 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.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”