Juno

Hence, hence, Iris, hence away!

far from the realms of day,

o’er Scythian hills to the Maeotian lake,

a speedy flight we’ll take!

There Somnus I’ll compel his downy bed to leave, and silent cell;

with noise and light I will his peace molest,

nor shall he sink again to pleasing rest,

till to my vow’d revenge he grants supplies,

and seals with sleep the wakeful dragons’ eyes.