Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

The World

Sonnet

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?

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