The Sphinx

A poem by James Whitcomb Riley

I know all about the Sphinx -
I know even what she thinks,
Staring with her stony eyes
Up forever at the skies.

For last night I dreamed that she
Told me all the mystery -
Why for aeons mute she sat:
She was just cut out for that!

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