Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By The Bird-Bride: A Volume of Ballads and Sonnets (1889). II. The Smile of All-WisdomGraham R. Thomson (Rosamund Marriott Watson) (18601911)
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(He that first fashioned the Sphinx, in the dust of the past):
Looked on the faces of sages, of heroes of war;
Looked on the lips of the lords of the uttermost star,
Magi, and kings of the earth—nor had found it at last,
Trembling, that clung to the hem of his garment, and said,
‘Master, the least of your servants has found what you seek:
(Pardon, O Master, if all without wisdom I speak!)
Sculpture the smile of your Sphinx from the lips of the Dead!’
Lifted the mat from the doorway and looked on the bed.
‘Nay, thou hast spoken aright, thou hast nothing to fear:
That which I sought thou hast found, Friend; for, lo, it is here!—
Surely the Smile of the Sphinx is the Smile of the Dead!’
Tranquil, inscrutable, sweet with a quiet disdain,
Lingers the Smile of All-Wisdom, still seeming to say,
‘Fret not, O Friend, at the turmoil—it passeth away;
Waste not the Now in the search of a Then that is vain:
Feverish, questioning spirits that travail and yearn,
Quenched in the fulness of knowledge and peaceful as we:
Lo, we have lifted the veil—there was nothing to see!
Lo, we have looked on the scroll—there was nothing to learn!’