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To Marcel Schwob in Friendship and in Admiration / In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks / A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom.
Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir / For silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel.