The Sphinx

The Sphinx Ralph Waldo Emerson – 1803-1882 The Sphinx is drowsy, The 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; … Read more