Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe. Faust (№ 389986)

When the first sin was born,
He conceals himself in the first instant:
Under the shelter of the night he is glad to escape
And closes formidable face;
Then kill him not late.
But soon, soon sin grows
In broad daylight is opened;
His face was not less menacing,
But the face its scary
The bright light he needs.