By day she woos me, soft, exceeding fair: <br />But all night as the moon so changeth she; <br />Loathsome and foul with hideous leprosy <br />And subtle serpents gliding in her hair. <br />By day she woos me to the outer air, <br />Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: <br />But through the night, a beast she grins at me, <br />A very monster void of love and prayer. <br />By day she stands a lie: by night she stands <br />In all the naked horror of the truth <br />With pushing horns and clawed and clutching hands. <br />Is this a friend indeed; that I should sell <br />My soul to her, give her my life and youth, <br />Till my feet, cloven too, take hold on hell?<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-world-19/
