The rows of little polished tusks
Between her cruel crescent lips
Are white, and bright, as when one strips
A milky almond from its husks.
Close-coiled within her sombre lair,
I see her like a mezzotint,
Brown-shadowed, with a yellow glint,
Of strange reflections here and there.
Come forth my lovely seneschal
So somnolent, so statuesque,
Come forth you exquisite grotesque!
Half woman, and half animal.
Come forth my lovely languorous Sphynx,
And put your paws upon my knee,
And let me stroke your head and see
Your body spotted like the lynx,
And let me touch your curving claws
Of ivory, and let me grasp
Your tail, that like a monstrous asp,
Curls round your heavy velvet paws.
A thousand weary centuries
Are thine, while I have hardly seen
Some twenty summers cast their green
For autumn's gaudy liveries.
But you can read the hieroglyphs
Upon the carven obelisks,
And you have talked with basilisks,
And you have looked on hippogriffs.
Tell me, what memory absorbs
Your dreams, and what analysis
Can draw the secret forth which is
Concealed within those caverned orbs.
O tell me, were you standing by
When Isis to Osiris knelt,
And did you see the Egyptian melt
Her union for Antony
And did you see the Cyprian kiss
White Adon on his catafalque?
And did you bow to Amenalk,
The God of Heliopolis?
And did you walk with Thoth, and did
You hear the horned Iô weep,
And did you know the Kings that sleep
Beneath the porphyry Pyramid.
Lift up your large black satin eyes,
Which are like cushions where one sinks,
Fawn at my feet, fantastic Sphynx!
And sing me all your mysteries.
Sing to me of the Jewish maid
Who wandered with the holy child,
And how you led them through the wild,
And how they slept beneath your shade.
Sing to me of the odorous
Green eve, when, couching by the marge,
You heard from Adrian’s gilded barge
The laughter of Antinous.