THE true sphynx's form's the same as Woman's; this I see full clearly; And the paws and lion's body Are the poet's fancy merely. Dark as death is still the riddle Of this true sphynx. E'en the clever Son and husband of Jocasta Such a hard one found out never. By good luck, though, woman knows not Her own riddle's explanation; If the answer she discover'd, Earth would fall from its foundation. |