midnight
Then of the gods they sang , -- a moonlight song : `` Sleep , O soft little winds , Restless whispering grass , Reeds of the water-ways sway not , Sleep , that the gods may pass . `` Deepen , you dreams of the sleepers , Veil you , O fire of the moon . Darken , you silver of stars , Sleep , for the gods come soon . `` Sleep , for the gods who sleep not Pass on the midnight 's breath ; Mystical , magical , secret , Sleep , for to wake is death . '' And after singing came the dance ; the brown Lithe women decked with bright fantastic hues Wavered into the circle of the light . Kneeling , they wove their spells . As gracious flowers Swayed by the winds of evening , they were blown By breezes of desire .