Oh Ikelos, thief of my dreams
Steal from me not the night
For I hope of loving schemes
And an all so beauteous sight,
Long have you napped
Under the blanket of the moon,
Until the curtains cracked
Reprising the mournful noon,
So forfeit this draining rise:
An all avenging burden
Upon your somber eyes
That linger amoung the curtain,
Oh, sink into the muse
Of Nyx’s design
So that your waking blues
May surrender, and resign.