Diana and Endymion

1690/95

Art Institute of Chicago

As brown dusk blackens into night

And Somnus slowly lulls the Earth,

Buried in the shadow of my Curtains,

A dream comes to set my spirit free

To be admitted into the intimacy

Of its revered, & majestic queen.

But her manner is so easy, so dear,

So inviting, it seems to me I might soon

Be allowed to hold her without fear,

If only as Endymion the Moon.

— Maurice Sceve/translated by Richard Sieburth

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