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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