The Age of Sleep

Out of the multitude his thousand sons the god of sleep raised morpheus by his power most skillful of his sons. After all that work he dropped his head and sank again into languid drowsiness shrinking to sloth within his lofty couch Morpheus at once flew through the night of darkness on his wings that make no sound and in brief space of intervening time arrived at the hymonians city walls and there he laid. after this was said she no longer could endure the effect of slumber vapor and as soon as she knew sleep was creeping over her tired limbs she flew from there and she departed by the rainbow over which she came before out of the multitude their father had selected only mor