Classic Poem

Like as Eve was brought to Adam
So my love was brought to me:
She was neither Miss nor Madam;
She was only Dorothy.

And the great world thought not of her —
Such a silent serious maid,
Who had never had a lover,
And knew nothing of the trade!

Yet, when once she saw before her
Just the man she wish'd to love —
Though he came not to adore her,
But to lead her and to prove —

Then, she knew as well as he did,
While her heart began to stir,
That his love was all she needed,
And that he was born for her.