Broad browed beneath a cloud of dusky hair
Her eyes are midnight seas that never sleep
But see beyond the dull world's heavy air
The mystery of ages buried deep.
The faint sweet shadows trembling round her mouth
Lighten with youth and love the Sphinx's face.
And as she moves, a soft wind from the South
Floating, flower-laden seems — so sweet her grace.
Aloof she stands, from idle mirth and tears
And keeps the white sails of her spirit furled,
Altho’ a girl, pure from the stain of years,
An ancient Egypt, smiling at the world.