Living
Riddle 17
From At the Sign of the Sphinx (Second Series)
Living
A sad, mad maiden, with a fair, sweet face
Offered my first, and called it herb of grace.
My last is made of common clay, but then
He ’s liked extremely by his fellow-men.
When I would seek instruction for my soul,
I take my prayer-book down and read my whole.
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Codex Note
Answer: RUBRIC
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Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 17.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/134/.
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Wells, Carolyn. “Riddle 17.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wells_c/134/.
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