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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374215" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sphinx</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS mystery of golden hair, <br>Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, <br>Is not--if one could really see-- <br>Mere flesh and blood, like you and me: <br>This is a sphinx whose still lips say <br>This one thing ever, day by day, <br>To all who cross her in life's ways: <br>'Which is the way to love?' she says. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>For every man who meets her eyes <br>In their deep depths the question lies; <br>And vainly would he seek to fly <br>Or put the wordless challenge by, <br>Unless within his soul be set <br>Some true-love vow as amulet: <br>This clasping, let him flee her spell, <br>Nor trust its guardian powers too well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nothing seems good to think about <br>But just to find that secret out; <br>We bring her fruits of earnest hours, <br>And offer choice of passion-flowers, <br>Of crowns, of heart's blood, of heart's ache, <br>Our hopes we spurn, our joys forsake, <br>While she looks down upon our pain <br>Without compassion or disdain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She does not will to question thus-- <br>Fate made her just to torture us; <br>Nor can she tell you, if she will, <br>Aught of your guesses, good or ill. <br>But if you fail to answer well, <br>Your own foiled heart prepares your hell, <br>And all your days you walk alone, <br>And curse the done and the undone. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>She does not bid you for her sake <br>Your soul to wreck, your life to break, <br>Nor would she choose it for her part. <br>Only for ever in your heart <br>The haunting question must abide, <br>And clamour morn and eventide, <br>Until no single note your ear <br>Of all life's harmonies can hear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Yet to some man it will be given <br>To find the key that opens heaven; <br>For him, beloved by all the Fates, <br>Answer as well as question waits <br>In those unwakened eyes of hers, <br>And when their calm that answer stirs, <br>From her stone sleep the sphinx will wake <br>Into a woman, for his sake. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>What though one's whole life's light grows night <br>With that unanswered question's blight? <br>One's one poor chance is richly worth <br>The richest certainties of earth! <br>Myself would rather die, I know-- <br>Starved, just because I want her so-- <br>Than feast in highest heaven of bliss <br>On any other woman's kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Such spells she has, I would not choose <br>One look or touch of hers to lose, <br>Though every touch and look have power <br>To sting me to my dying hour; <br>Though every breath of hers should bring <br>Frost on life's bud and blossoming, <br>What soul could ask a dearer death <br>Than to be withered by her breath?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edith+Nesbit">Edith Nesbit</a><div class=q>
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Of eyes and lips and bosom fair, 
Is not--if one could really see-- 
Mere flesh and blood, like you and me: 
This is a sphinx whose still lips say 
This one thing ever, day by day, 
To all who cross her in life's ways..."></div>
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