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?