So, with the pause, all earth and sky were still
As if they had just been made—and the Sphinx lay
Silent, engulfed in silence.
Then she moved
Uneasily, and settled back again,
And in a low harshness of diminished sound
Spoke out her final judgment.
Zeus of the silver dawning took the scarf of a cloud,
He quickened the wraith with fire till the life cried out aloud,
He called Desire from his lightning, Despair from her weaving old,