Bright, incorruptible; my limping son,
  Vulcan, shall fashion it himself with art
  Laborious, and, beneath, shall place a stool[3]
  For thy fair feet, at the convivial board. 285
    Then answer thus the tranquil Sleep returned
  Great Saturn’s daughter, awe-inspiring Queen! 
  All other of the everlasting Gods
  I could with ease make slumber, even the streams
  Of Ocean, Sire of all.[4] Not so the King 290
  The son of Saturn:  him, unless himself
  Give me command, I dare not lull to rest,
  Or even approach him, taught as I have been
  Already in the school of thy commands
  That wisdom.  I forget not yet the day 295
  When, Troy laid waste, that valiant son[5] of his
  Sail’d homeward:  then my influence I diffused
  Soft o’er the sovereign intellect of Jove;
  While thou, against the Hero plotting harm,
  Didst rouse the billows with tempestuous blasts, 300
  And separating him from all his friend,
  Brought’st him to populous Cos.  Then Jove awoke,
  And, hurling in his wrath the Gods about,
  Sought chiefly me, whom far below all ken
  He had from heaven cast down into the Deep, 305
  But Night, resistless vanquisher of all,
  Both Gods and men, preserved me; for to her
  I fled for refuge.  So the Thunderer cool’d,
  Though sore displeased, and spared me through a fear
  To violate the peaceful sway of Night.[6] 310
  And thou wouldst now embroil me yet again! 
    To whom majestic Juno thus replied. 
  Ah, wherefore, Sleep! shouldst thou indulge a fear
  So groundless?  Chase it from thy mind afar. 
  Think’st thou the Thunderer as intent to serve 315
  The Trojans, and as jealous in their cause
  As erst for Hercules, his genuine son? 
  Come then, and I will bless thee with a bride;
  One of the younger Graces shall be thine,
  Pasithea, day by day still thy desire. 320
    She spake; Sleep heard delighted, and replied. 
  By the inviolable Stygian flood
  Swear to me; lay thy right hand on the glebe
  All-teeming, lay thy other on the face
  Of the flat sea, that all the Immortal Powers 325
  Who compass Saturn in the nether realms
  May witness, that thou givest me for a bride
  The younger Grace whom thou hast named, divine
  Pasithea, day by day still my desire. 
    He said, nor beauteous Juno not complied, 330
  But sware, by name invoking all the powers
  Titanian call’d who in the lowest gulf
  Dwell under Tartarus, omitting none. 
  Her oath with solemn ceremonial sworn,
  Together forth they went; Lemnos they left 335
  And Imbrus, city of Thrace, and in dark clouds
  Mantled, with gliding ease swam through