Answer:
What looks back but cannot see?
Golden treasure I contain, Guarded by hundreds and thousands. Stored in a labyrinth where no man walks, Yet men come often to seize my gold. By smoke I am overcome and robbed, then left to build my treasure anew
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
What travels from house to house and is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide but always stays outside?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.