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“ Suum Cuique,
l'oet (II.), :
INDEX OF TITLES,
INDEX OF FIRST LINES,
I.-POEMS OF 1847.
HE Sphinx is drowsy,
Her wings are furled ; Her ear is heavy,
She broods on the world. · Who'll tell me my secret,
The ages have kept ?I awaited the seer
While they slumbered and slept:
“ The fate of the man-child,
The meaning of man;
Out of waking a sleep;
Deep underneath deep ?
“Erect as a sunbeam,
Upspringeth the palm ; The elephant browses,
Undaunted and calm ; In beautiful motion
The thrush plies his wings : Kind leaves of his covert,
Your silence he sings.