Classic Poem

Ere I had time to wonder, lo! there enter
At once a servitor and servitress:
Not Mephistophiles is macilenter
Than the man, who bows to me with quaint excess
Of courtesy. As to the maid, they've lent her
Some curious witchery, for in mien and dress
She certainly reflects as close as may be
The wench that nursed me when I was a baby.