Thank you.

Now I will lean my head on your breast, and sing you a little, quiet, peaceful song.

It was written by Alkman, the Lydian, who lived in Sparta, in praise of night and her stillness.

You must listen though, for this low, sweet slumber-song must only leave the lips like a gentle wind.

Do not kiss me any more, please, till I have finished; then I will ask you to thank me with a kiss: "Now o'er the drowsy earth still night prevails, Calm sleep the mountain tops and shady vales, The rugged cliffs and hollow glens; The wild beasts slumber in their dens; The cattle on the bill.