The Sphinx

Go not to Thebes. The Sphinx is there ;
And thou shalt see her beauty rare,
And thee the sorcery of her smile
To read her riddle shall beguile.

Oh ! woe to those who fail to read!
And woe to him who shall succeed!
For he who fails the truth to show
The terror of her wrath shall know :

But should’st thou find her mystery,
Not less is Death assured to thee ;
For she shall cease, and thou shalt sigh
That she no longer is, and die.