Wanderer, behold Life's riddle writ in stone, <br />Fronting Eternity with lidless eyes; <br />Of all that is beneath the changing skies, <br />Immutably abiding and alone. <br />The handiwork of hands unseen, unknown, <br />When Pharaohs of immortal dynasties <br />Built Pyramids to brave the centuries, <br />Cheating Annihilation of her own. <br /> <br />The heart grows hushed before it. Nay, methinks <br />That Man, and all on which Man wastes his breath, <br />The World, and all the World inheriteth, <br />With infinite, inexorable links <br />Grappling the soul; that love, hate, birth and death <br />Dwindle to nothingness before thee--Sphinx.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sphinx-3/
