The World

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

© Christina Georgina Rossetti