Nyx, parent goddess, source of sweet repose, from whom at first both Gods and men arose,
Hear, blessed Kypris, decked with starry light, in sleep’s deep silence dwelling Ebon night!
Dreams and soft case attend thy dusky train, pleased with the lengthened gloom and feaftful strain.
Dissolving anxious care, the friend of Mirth, with darkling coursers riding round the earth.
Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, whose drowsy power divides the natural day:
By Fate’s decree you constant send the light to deepest hell, remote from mortal sight,
For dire Necessity which nought withstands, invests the world with adamantine bands.
Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant’s prayer, desired by all, whom all alike revere,
Blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid dispell the fears of Twilight’s dreadful shade.