WINGED SPHINX

by: Margaret Fuller (1810-1850)

      HROUGH brute nature upward rising,
      Seed up-striving to the light,
      Revelations still surprising,
      My inwardness is grown insight.
      Still I slight not those first stages,
      Dark but God-directed Ages;
      In my nature leonine
      Labored & learned a Soul divine;
      Put forth an aspect Chaste, Serene,
      Of nature virgin mother queen;
      Assumes at last the destined wings,
      Earth & heaven together brings;
      While its own form the riddle tells
      That baffled all the wizard spells
      Drawn from intellectual wells,
      Cold waters where truth never dwells:
      --It was fable told you so;--
      Seek her in common daylight's glow.

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