Caravaggio; Narcissus, c. 1597-9
I too pass from the night,
I stay a while away O night, but I return to you again
and love you.
Why should I be afraid to trust myself to you?
I am not afraid, I have been well brought forward by
I love the rich running day, but I do not desert her in
whom I lay so long,
I know not how I came of you and I know not where I go
with you, but I know I came well and shall go
I will stop only a time with the night, and rise
I will duly pass the day O my mother, and duly return
Walt Whitman; Sleepers