...Endymionis somnum dormire...

...to sleep the sleep of Endymion...

The goddess moon, Serene, loved Endymion, a mortal, with so much fervor, she asked for two favors of Zeus.  The first is that Endymion would not age, but stay with the blush of youth forever.  The second, so as to see Endymion controlled (as freedom is a pesky contrivance), the mortal would stay asleep until Serene would pass nightly by.  Then, from Keats:

Ah! see her hovering feet,
More bluely vein’d, more soft, more whitely sweet	625
Than those of sea-born Venus, when she rose
From out her cradle shell. The wind out-blows
Her scarf into a fluttering pavilion;
’Tis blue, and over-spangled with a million
Of little eyes, as though thou wert to shed,	630
Over the darkest, lushest blue-bell bed,
Handfuls of daisies.”—“Endymion, how strange!
Dream within dream!”—“She took an airy range,
And then, towards me, like a very maid,
Came blushing, waning, willing, and afraid,	635
And press’d me by the hand: Ah! ’twas too much;
Methought I fainted at the charmed touch,
Yet held my recollection, even as one
Who dives three fathoms where the waters run
Gurgling in beds of coral: for anon,	640
I felt upmounted in that region
Where falling stars dart their artillery forth,
And eagles struggle with the buffeting north
That balances the heavy meteor-stone;—
Felt too, I was not fearful, nor alone,	645
But lapp’d and lull’d along the dangerous sky.

Then, from Hughes:

To fling my arms wide In some place of the sun, To whirl and to dance Till the white day is done. Then rest at cool evening Beneath a tall tree While night comes on gently,     Dark like me— That is my dream! To fling my arms wide In the face of the sun, Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl! Till the quick day is done. Rest at pale evening . . . A tall, slim tree . . . Night coming tenderly     Black like me.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these sunken eyes and learn to see All your life You were only waiting for this moment to be free Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird fly, blackbird fly Into the light of the dark black night Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise You were only waiting for this moment to arise

....

...and, where you are this night, I am simple envy, not

of the cool summer's night's air, or of the smiles heaped upon you by those 

pretty boys more thrilling, more urbane and terribly interesting

as they mutter under their breath about themselves

and always the terrible I I I

I miss the soft neon reds that cross your cheek

The glances of sharp lights on crystal and diamonds

Alight upon your lips

And the poems found in the contrasts

Of sundown

Never think that it is about 'I'

for it is what I, honest, abhor

it is the transposition, of 'you', is enough

to suffice...