To Night

28 10 2009


Night, parent goddess, source of sweet repose, from whom at first both Gods and men arose,
Hear, blessed Venus, deck’d with starry light, in sleep’s deep silence dwelling Ebon night!
Dreams and soft case attend thy dusky train, pleas’d with the length’ned gloom and feaftful strain.
Dissolving anxious care, the friend of Mirth, with darkling coursers riding round the earth.
Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play, whose drowsy pow’r divides the nat’ral day:
By Fate’s decree you constant send the light to deepest hell, remote from mortal sight
For dire Necessity which nought withstands, invests the world with adamantine bands.
Be present, Goddess, to thy suppliant’s pray’r, desir’d by all, whom all alike revere,
Blessed, benevolent, with friendly aid dispell the fears of Twilight’s dreadful shade.

-from the Orphic Hymns as translated by Thomas Taylor



3 responses

9 01 2019

One of my Platonist-Hellenist professors wrote a book comparing Mill and Taylor — their philosophies, their lives. I sense that Mill did not make out well in that book. I have yet to read it. He was a remarkable man.

9 01 2019

Reblogged this on Reditus.

28 10 2009
The Platonick Philosopher’s Creed « The Lonely Goth’s Guide to Independent Catholicism

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