Ὀφθάλμοις δὲ μέλαις νύκτος ἄωρος·
COME, dark-eyed Sleep, thou child of Night,
Give me thy dreams, thy lies ;
Lead through the horny portal white
The pleasure day denies.
O bring the kiss I could not take
From lips that would not give ;
Bring me the heart I could not break,
The bliss for which I live.
I care not if I slumber blest
By fond delusion ; nay,
Put me on Phaon's lips to rest,
And cheat the cruel day !