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Morpheus (mythology)

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Ovid
Metamorphoses


 * 11.584–615
 * ... And that she [Juno] might free her altar from the touch of the hands of mourning, she said: “Iris, most faithful messenger of mine, go quickly to the drowsy house of Sleep [Somni], and bid him send to Alcyone a vision in dead Ceyx’ form to tell her the truth about his fate.” She spoke; and Iris put on her cloak of a thousand hues and, trailing across the sky in a rainbow curve, she sought the cloud-concealed palace of the king of sleep.


 * Near the land of the Cimmerians there is a deep recess within a hollow mountain, the home and chamber of sluggish Sleep [Somni]. Phoebus can never enter there with his rising, noontide, or setting rays. Clouds of vapour breathe forth from the earth, and dusky twilight shadows. There no wakeful, crested cock with his loud crowing summons the dawn; no watch-dog breaks the deep silence with his baying, or goose, more watchful than the dog. There is no sound of wild beast or of cattle, of branches rustling in the breeze, no clamorous tongues of men. There mute silence dwells. But from the bottom of the cave there flows the stream of Lethe, whose waves, gently murmuring over the gravelly bed, invite to slumber. Before the cavern’s entrance abundant poppies bloom, and countless herbs, from whose juices dewy night distils sleep and spreads its influence over the darkened lands. There is no door in all the house, lest some turning hinge should creak; no guardian on the threshold. But in the cavern’s central space there is a high couch of ebony, downy-soft, black-hued, spread with a dusky coverlet. There lies the god himself, his limbs relaxed in languorous repose. Around him on all sides lie empty dream-shapes [Somnia vana], mimicking many forms, many as ears of grain in harvest-time, as leaves upon the trees, as sands cast on the shore.


 * 11.616–632
 * When the maiden [Iris] entered there and with her hands brushed aside the dream-shapes [Somnia] that blocked her way, the awesome house was lit up with the gleaming of her garments. Then the god, scarce lifting his eyelids heavy with the weight of sleep, sinking back repeatedly and knocking his breast with his nodding chin, at last shook himself free of himself and, resting on an elbow, asked her (for he recognized her) why she came. And she replied: “O Sleep, thou rest of all things, Sleep, mildest of the gods, balm of the soul, who puttest care to flight, soothest our bodies worn with hard ministries, and preparest them for toil again! Fashion a shape that shall seem true form, and bid it go in semblance of the king to Alcyone in Trachin, famed for Hercules. There let it show her the picture of the wreck. This Juno bids.” When she had done her task Iris departed, for she could no longer endure the power of sleep, and when she felt the drowsiness stealing upon her frame she fled away and retraced her course along the arch over which she had lately passed.


 * 11.633–646
 * But the father rouses Morpheus from the throng [populo] of his thousand sons, a cunning imitator of the human form. No other is more skilled than he in representing the gait, the features, and the speech of men; the clothing also and the accustomed words of each he represents. His office is with men alone: another takes the form of beast or bird or the long serpent. Him the gods call Icelos, but mortals name him Phobetor. A third is Phantasos, versed in different arts. He puts on deceptive shapes of earth, rocks, water, trees, all lifeless things. These shapes show themselves by night to kings and chieftains, the rest haunt the throng of common folk. These the old sleep-god passes by, and chooses out of all the [cont.]


 * 11.647–649
 * brethren Morpheus alone to do the bidding of Iris, Thaumas’ daughter. This done, once more in soft drowsiness he droops his head and settles it down upon his high couch.


 * 11.650–676
 * But Morpheus flits away through the darkness on noiseless wings and quickly comes to the Haemonian city. There, putting off his wings, he takes the face and form of Ceyx, wan like the dead, and stands naked before the couch of the hapless wife. His beard is wet, and water drips from his sodden hair. Then with streaming eyes he bends over her couch and says: “Do you recognize your Ceyx, O most wretched wife? or is my face changed in death? Look on me! You will know me then and find in place of husband your husband’s shade. No help, Alcyone, have your prayers brought to me: I am dead. Cherish no longer your vain hope of me. For stormy Austei caught my ship on the Aegean sea and, tossing her in his fierce blasts, wrecked her there. My lips, calling vainly upon your name, drank in the waves. And this tale no uncertain messenger brings to you, nor do you hear it in the words of vague report; but I myself, wrecked as you see me, tell you of my fate. Get you up, then, and weep for me; put on your mourning garments and let me not go unlamented to the cheerless land of shades.” These words spoke Morpheus, and that, too, in a voice she might well believe her husband’s; he seemed also to weep real tears, and his hands performed the gestures of Ceyx. Alcyone groaned tearfully, stirred her arms in sleep, and seeking his body, held only air in her embrace. She cried aloud: “Wait for me! Whither do you hasten? I will go with you.” Aroused by her own voice and by the image of her [cont.]

11.677
 * husband, she started wide awake.

Burton
p. 326

Griffin
[In folder]

Grimal
s.v. Morpheus, p. 296
 * Morpheus. (Μορφεύς) One of the thousand children of Sleep (Hypnus). His name (which is derived from the Greek word for form) indicates his function: to take the shape of human beings and to show himself to people during dreams. Like the majority of divinities associated with sleep and dreams Morpheus was winged. He had large swift wings which beat silently and could carry him in seconds to the ends of the earth.

Kearns
s.v. Morpheus p. 968 (The Oxford Classical Dictionary 3rd Ed.)
 * Morpheus, in Ov. Met. 11. 633-8 a son of Sleep, who sends dream visions of human forms (μορφαι). Medieval and later authors use the name more generally for the god of dreams or simply sleep. (EKe)

Tripp
s.v. Somnus, p. 534
 * Somnus. A Roman god of sleep. Somnus is identified with the Greek Hypnos and, like him, is little more than an abstraction. According to Ovid [Metamorphoses 11.592-677], Somnus had a thousand sons. The three whose specialities were identified by the poet were Morpheus, who appears in dreams in human form; Icelos (called Phobetor by men), who takes beast forms; and Phantasos, who appears as inanimate objects. These figures are literary, not mythical concepts, however.

Smith
s.v. Morpheus
 * Morpheus
 * （Μορφεύς), the son of Sleep, and the god of dreams. The name signifies the fashioner or moulder, because he shaped or formed the dreams which appeared to the sleeper. (Ov. Met. 11.635; Hirt, Mythol. Bilderb. p. 199.)