And dainty tears, to cry his blunder.

Should pass, like bitter grief with time.

And menials bring each Orphean rhime.

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THE SPHINX

THE SPHINX

And golden Halls,

Entomb'd forever,

A figure stands,

Called never, never.

With glories seen,

In distant ages;

And there asleep,

Enchanted Mages.

With dying cheers,

Her cohort only.

Of olden whiles

Her Empire lonely.

She stands forlorn,

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