I am a virgin, whom no man hath known,
And all desire to know. The figure I
Of mortal dream and mortal prophecy.
Thou desert Sphinx, with thy gray lips of stone,
Keep thy poor secret, I have kept mine own!
Spring.
Margaret Steele Anderson
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