Haughty Sphinx, whose amber eyes <br />Hold the secrets of the skies, <br />As thou ripplest in thy grace, <br />Round the chairs and chimney-place, <br />Scorn on thy patrician face: <br />Rise not harsh, nor use thy claws <br />On the hand that gives applause- <br />Good-will only doth abide <br />In these lines at Christmastide!<br /><br />Howard Phillips Lovecraft<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/egyptian-christmas/
