Poems ✍️
  06.01.2026
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Author: James Whitcomb Riley

The Sphinx

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!


  sphinx Mystery Dream imagination

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