Howard Phillips Lovecraft

(1890-1937 / the United States)

Egyptian Christmas - Poem by Howard Phillips Lovecraft

Haughty Sphinx, whose amber eyes
Hold the secrets of the skies,
As thou ripplest in thy grace,
Round the chairs and chimney-place,
Scorn on thy patrician face:
Rise not harsh, nor use thy claws
On the hand that gives applause-
Good-will only doth abide
In these lines at Christmastide!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 3, 2010

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