The Head of Orpheus Praises Night

The Norse night goddess Nótt riding her horse, in a 19th-century painting by Peter Nicolai Arbo. Source: Wikipedia.

(Purifications by means of torchlight.)
Mother of sweet rest, deep Night,
Womb of everything, holding
On your palm Venus, so bright.

Mother of sweet rest, deep Night,
All sleep in your wide arms.
Dreams follow behind your feet
Laughing, keen for delight.

Mother of sweet rest, deep Night,
Dissolve anxiety in sleep.
Black horses in smooth flight,
Dreams chasing behind your feet,
Send your calm rays deep

To Hell, in fearless delight,
Profound past measuring,
Dreams flowing at your feet,
Mother of sweet rest, deep Night,
All asleep in your wide arms.

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1 comment
  1. MACBETH
    Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
    Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
    Sleep that knits up the raveled sleave of care,
    The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
    Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
    Chief nourisher in life’s feast.

    LADY MACBETH
         What do you mean?

    MACBETH
    Still it cried, “Sleep no more!” to all the house.
    “Glamis hath murdered sleep, and therefore Cawdor
    Shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more.”

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