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.