Hypnos
is the God of Sleep. Clouds and shadows are exhaled from the ground in his
world, and the light glimmers faintly. Silence reigns there; but from the
bottom of
the
rock
the river flows, and
by its murmur invites to sleep. Poppies grow abundantly before the door of
the cave, and other herbs....There is no gate to the mansion, to creak on
its hinges, nor any watchman; but in the midst a couch of black ebony, adorned
with black plumes and black curtains. There the god reclines, his limbs relaxed
with sleep. Around him lie dreams...
