Classic Poem

I was here alone,
The lamp back of me
There under the beams—
The heat of the fire in my face.
I straightened and turned

There stood you!
Immobile,
Gleaming with light!
The miraculous vision
Flaming, flashing itself
Upon me, an acid
To quench thirst
Once for all.

That is why when
You came forward
With your excuses
Asking if you had
Frightened me
I seized you,
Held you eagerly in my arms

But it was gone.