Author James Whitcomb Riley I KNOW all about the Sphinx— I know even what she thinks,Staring with her stony eyesUp forever at the skies.For last night I dreamed that sheTold me all the mystery—Why for æons 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