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“The World”: A Sonnet by Christina Rossetti

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 … Continue reading

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