The Iron Age
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The big-lipped Sphinx, with bent perplexed brow,
Crouches in desert sand, inert and pale,
Hearing the engine's raucous scream, that now
Sends Echo flying through the Memphian vale.
Source:
Flower And Thorn: Later PoemsCopyright 1876
James R. Osgood And Company, Boston