By day she wooes 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 wooes me to the outer air, Ripe fruits, sweet flowers, and full satiety: But thro' 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? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON A WINTRY LULLABY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON FAREWELL TO SUMMER by GEORGE ARNOLD |