Good to be back.
I looked for a "poetry search" category on AWADtalk, but this is as close as I could get.
Back in college ('50s), for a speech class, I recited a poem that went over very well. I need the text of the poem and the author - hope you can help. This is as much as I remember:

'Twas at the pictures that we met,
Your father and your mother.
The drama's name I now forget,
but it was like another.

In vain did pure domestics flout
the base but high-born brute.
Their honor might be up the spout:
We did not care a hoot.

For at the opening of the play,
By fortune's wise design,
(It was an accident, I say)
A little hand met mine.

My fingers 'round that little hand
Unconsciously were twisted.
I do not say that it was planned,
But it was not resisted.

Reel after reel, blow to blow,
Toe to toe we sat.
You are not old enough to know
The ecstacy of that.

Etc..............

Please steer me in the right direction. Google has failed miserably, and I know that collectively this list has all knowledge.

AJC