Author James Whitcomb Riley I know all about the Sphinx-- I know even what she thinks, Staring with her stony eyes Up forever at the skies. For last night I dreamed that she Told me all the mystery-- Why for aeons mute she sat--: She was just cut out for that! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments