Classic Poem

'T IS Naevia if he smile or weep;
There's nothing he can do without her;
If silent for a while he keep,
That very silence is about her.

'Tis Naevia still, do what he may
Drink, eat, gesticulate, or mutter
She only is his " Yea" and " Nay"
Which, save for her, he could not utter.

When writing to salute his Sire,
His mind from her he could not sever,
But ended with a lover's fire
" My only life, my light for ever."

With mocking glance did Naevia read
And slyly smiled above the letter;
But, foolish Rufus, you've no need
To rage — the're girls as good and better.