The ballad rose assaulting, struck and died
Into a clamorous echo.
The Sphinx stirred,
Shaking the drifted moonlight from her coat
As a dog shakes water, rising mountainously;
Then from that drum of terrible stone, her throat,
Rolled back her answer at the enormous sky.
The arrow of Eros flies The Song
In the dark, in the trembling dark; of the
Piercing and sweet is the song it cries Sphinx