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the sphinx. - Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. 9 (Poems) [1909]

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The Works of Ralph Waldo Emerson, in 12 vols. Fireside Edition (Boston and New York, 1909).

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the sphinx.

    • The Sphinx is drowsy,
    • Her 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;
    • Dædalian plan;
    • Out of sleeping a waking,
    • Out of waking a sleep;
    • Life death overtaking;
    • Deep underneath deep?
    • “Erect as a sunbeam
    • Upspringeth the palm;
    • The elephant browses
    • Undaunted and calm;
    • In beautiful motion
    • The thrush plies his wings;
    • Kind leaves of his covert,
    • Your silence he sings.
    • “The waves, unashamed,
    • In difference sweet,
    • Play glad with the breezes,
    • Old playfellows meet;
    • The journeying atoms,
    • Primordial wholes,
    • Firmly draw, firmly drive,
    • By their animate poles.
    • “sea, earth, air, sound, silence,
    • Plant, quadruped, bird,
    • By one music enchanted,
    • One deity stirred,—
    • Each the other adorning,
    • Accompany still;
    • Night veileth the morning,
    • The vapor the hill.
    • “The babe by its mother
    • Lies bathed in joy;
    • Glide its hours uncounted,—
    • The sun is its toy;
    • Shines the peace of all being,
    • Without cloud, in its eyes;
    • And the sum of the world
    • In soft miniature lies.
    • “But man crouches and blushes,
    • Absconds and conceals
    • He creepeth and peepeth,
    • He palters and steals;
    • Intirm, melaneholy,
    • Jealous glancing around,
    • An oaf, an accomplice,
    • He poisons the ground.
    • “Out spoke the great mother,
    • Beholding his tear;—
    • At the sound of her accents
    • Cold shuddered the sphere:—
    • ‘Who has drugged my boy's cup?
    • Who has mixed my boy's bread?
    • Who, with sadness and madness,
    • Has turned my child's head?’”
    • I heard a poet answer
    • Aloud and cheerfully,
    • “Say on, sweet Sphinx! thy dirges
    • Are pleasant songs to me.
    • Deep love lieth under
    • These pictures of time;
    • They fade in the light of
    • Their meaning sublime.
    • “The fiend that man harries
    • Is love of the Best;
    • Yawns the pit of the Dragon,
    • Lit by rays from the Blest.
    • The Lethe of Nature
    • Can't trance him again,
    • Whose soul sees the perfect,
    • Which his eyes seek in vain,
    • “To vision prof bunder
    • Man's spirit must dive;
    • His aye-rolling orb
    • At no goal will arrive;
    • The heavens that now draw him
    • With sweetness untold,
    • Once found,—for new heavens
    • He spurneth the old.
    • “Pride ruined the angels,
    • Their shame them restores;
    • Lurks the joy that is sweetest
    • In stings of remorse.
    • Have I a lover
    • Who is noble and free?—
    • I would he were nobler
    • Than to love me.
    • “Eterne alternation
    • Now follows, now flies;
    • And under pain, pleasure,—
    • Under pleasure, pain lies.
    • Love works at the centre,
    • Heart-heaving alway;
    • Forth speed the strong pulses
    • To the borders of day.
    • “Dull Sphinx, Jove keep thy five wits;
    • Thy sight is growing blear;
    • Rue, myrrh and cummin for the Sphinx,
    • Her muddy eyes to clear!”
    • The old Sphinx bit her thick lip,—
    • Said, “Who taught thee me to name?
    • I am thy spirit, yoke-fellow,
    • Of thine eye I am eyebeam.
    • “Thou art the unanswered question;
    • Couldst see thy proper eye,
    • Alway it asketh, asketh;
    • And each answer is a lie.
    • So take thy quest through nature,
    • It through thousand natures ply;
    • Ask on, thou clothed eternity;
    • Time is the false reply.”
    • Uprose the merry Sphinx,
    • And crouched no more in stone;
    • She melted into purple cloud,
    • She silvered in the moon;
    • She spired into a yellow flame;
    • She flowered in blossoms red;
    • She flowed into a foaming wave;
    • She stood Monadnoc's head.
    • Thorough a thousand voices
    • Spoke the universal dame;
    • “Who telleth one of my meanings,
    • Is master of all I am.”