Morpheus : Greek god: son of Sleep & a creature of the Night: brought dreams of human forms; his brothers, Ikelos & Phobetor brought dreams of beasts & inanimate objects resp.
... am a thief Who steal from beauty's garden one sweet bud Nor need like visitants thy tinkling bell. Alaciel! O with thy opiate wand, Thought-killing Mercury, seal every eye On whom the drowsy Morpheus has not breathed. Yet once again the charm. Alaciel! Now at thy window dawn, thou lovelier moon Than sojourns in the sky! look out on me, An ivory face thro' rippling clouds of hair. Enter ...
... wrapped with the midnight. Yet to Apollo I pray, the Archer friendly to mortals, Yet to the rider on Fate I abase myself, wielder of thunder, Evil and doom to avert from my fatherland. All night Morpheus, He who with shadowy hands heaps error and truth upon mortals, Page 343 Stood at my pillow with images. Dreaming I erred like a phantom Helpless in Ilion's streets with the fire and ...
... wrapped with the midnight. Yet to Apollo I pray, the Archer friendly to mortals, Yet to the rider on Fate I abase myself, wielder of thunder, Evil and doom to avert from my fatherland. All night Morpheus, He who with shadowy hands heaps error and truth upon mortals, Stood at my pillow with images. Dreaming I erred like a phantom Helpless in Ilion's streets with the fire and the foeman around me ...
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