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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?

The World, Christina Rossetti

Anyone here with access to JSTOR?

I wanted to download Alexander Theroux's essay "Black", but it seems the account I got from my university has expired.

>>8450902
The Dwarf - Pär Lagerkvist

>>8450672
The Holy Sinner - Thomas Mann