The Sphinx (Repplier)
"LE REPOS EN EGYPTE."
All day I watch the stretch of burning sand,
All night I brood beneath the golden stars;
Amid the silence of a desolate land
No touch of bitterness my reverie mars.
Built by the proudest of a kingly line,
Over my head the centuries fly fast:
The secrets of the mighty dead are mine,
I hold the key of a forgotten past.
Yet ever hushed into a rapturous dream
I see again that night—a halo mild
Shone from the liquid moon; beneath her beam
Travelled a tired young Mother and her Child.
Within my arms she slumbered, and alone
I watched the Infant. At my feet her guide
Lay stretched o'er-wearied; on my breast of stone
Rested the Crucified.