POEMS. THE SPHINX. THE Sphinx is drowsy, She broods on the world. "Who 'll tell me my secret, The ages have kept?. I awaited the seer While they slumbered and slept : "The fate of the man-child, The meaning of man; Known fruit of the unknown; Dædalian plan; Out of sleeping a waking, Out of waking a sleep; Life death overtaking; "Erect as a sunbeam, |