I.

POEMS.

POEMS.

THE SPHINX.

THE Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled:
Her ear is heavy,

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;
Deep underneath deep?

"Erect as a sunbeam,
Upspringeth the palm;
The elephant browses,
Undaunted and calm;