In The Firelight Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

So sad and so lonely, Dear?
What dream by the fire do you dream
So deep, that you could not hear
My step as I entered? Dim
Is the room and the ceiling above you
With shadows that leap from the fire:
But hither, look hither, 'tis I
That am here; it is I, that love you.
I am come on the wings of desire:
Far off, I felt you sigh.

How could my heart refuse
Your longing that pierced so far?
That in those clear eyes, that muse,
Has kindled a mournful star?
But now, O now no longer
In the fire your comfort seek.
I bring love brighter than flame,
Than the sunshine warmer and stronger.
I cherish your hands; O speak,
Look on me, and speak my name!