This is my world, sun, sand and stone,
A different scene? There can be none!
The Nile, the palms, the brilliant sky-
And at its heart, Sphinx and I.
The goddess Nut, who rules the light
Directs the move from day to night
For me he-since am I not, indeed,
The sacred creature of his creed?
The Sphinx (take pictures if you will)
Looks wise, says nothing. That's her skill.
And so she keeps her mystery still.
Ah, nothing secret can he hide
From one who watched as Cheops bid
The building of the pyramid.
At last the great to pierce the sky.
But stone left idle Bexley and eye.
“Take it,” said Chephren, Cheops’ son,
“To make a Sphinx.” and this was done.
Ask me your questions. Watch me well.
I know the answers. One day I will tell.
Naming Lewis
