The Sphinx barred my way in a dark cave
Ever hungry for truths
Like a publican, beggar or knave
Molesting travellers with cries of 'Truth!'.
*
'Man?... he's a priest ignorant
And green...'
I replied.
*
An behold,
The Sphinx retreated against the rock:
I passed alive !
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