Nyx, parent goddess, source of sweet repose from
whom at first both Gods and men arose. Hear,
blessed Kypris, decked with starry light, in
sleep's deep silence dwelling ebon night!
Dreams and soft ease attend thy dusky train,
pleased with the lengthened gloom and feastful
strain, dissolving anxious care, the friend of
mirth, with darkling coursers riding round the
earth. Goddess of phantoms and of shadowy play,
whose drowsy power divides the natural 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 prayer, desired by
all, whom all alike revere, blessed, benevolent,
with friendly aid dispel the fears of twilight's
dreadful shade.

Orphic Hymn 3 to Nyx (trans. Taylor)

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