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 As scarcely could a man discerne or thinke it to bee him. And forasmuch as out of heaven he might not steppe asyde, With thick and darksum clowds that nyght his countnance he did hyde. Alcyone of so great mischaunce not knowing aught as yit, Did keepe a reckening of the nyghts that in the whyle did flit, And hasted garments both for him and for herself likewyse, To weare at his homecomming which shee vaynely did surmyse. To all the Goddes devoutly shee did offer frankincence: But most above them all the Church of Juno shee did sence. And for her husband (who as then was none) shee kneeld before The Altar, wisshing health and soone arrivall at the shore, And that none other woman myght before her be preferd. Of all her prayers this one peece effectually was heard. For Juno could not fynd in hart intreated for to bee For him that was already dead. But to th'entent that shee From dame Alcyones deadly hands might keepe her Altars free, Shee sayd: Most faythfull messenger of my commaundments, O Thou Raynebowe, to the slugguish house of Slomber swiftly go. And bid him send a Dreame in shape of Ceyx to his wyfe Alcyone, for to shew her playne the losing of his lyfe. Dame Iris takes her pall wherein a thousand colours were And bowwing lyke a stringed bow upon the dowdy sphere, Immediatly descended to the drowzye house of Sleepe Whose Court the clowdes continually doo clocely overdreepe. Among the darke Cimmerians is a hollow mountaine found And in the hill a Cave that farre dooth ronne within the ground, The Chamber and the dwelling place where slouthfull sleepe dooth cowch. The lyght of Phebus golden beames this place can never towch. A foggye mist with dimnesse mixt streames upwarde from the ground, And glimmering twylyght evermore within the same is found. No watchfull bird with barbed bill, and combed crowne dooth call The morning foorth with crowing out. There is no noyse at all Of waking dogge, nor gagling goose more waker than the hound To hinder sleepe. Of beast ne wyld ne tame there is no sound. No bowghes are stird with blastes of wynd, no noyse of tatling toong Of man or woman ever yit within that bower roong. Dumb quiet dwelleth there. Yit from the Roches foote dooth go