Classic Poem

I fainted by the way,
The August heat burned fiercely all the plain;
With trembling limbs and turning, dizzying brain
Prone by the road I lay.
Love passed along that way,
And in his hand he bore a generous cup;
With crystal water it was brimming up.
" O give me, or I die! "
Smiling and stooping by my side knelt Love;
The roadside dust was white. He took thereof
What in his palm would lie,
And 'twixt my parching lips he poured, and laughed;
Then in the road he threw the sparkling draught,
And so passed by.
O travellers, heed, Love's other name is Hate;
Ask not his aid, lest ye should share my fate,
And, like me, die.