ten o'clock
I was Jove , and my love was Juno . I looked at her athwart the misty clouds that issued from the hissing urn , and saw her beautified by a heightened bloom , and with a sweet , shy conscious look in her eyes which made her indeed divine . After tea we played whist ; and I am bound to confess that my divinity played execrably , persistently disdaining to return her partner 's lead , and putting mean little trumps upon her adversary 's tricks , with a fatuous economy of resources which is always ruin . I stayed till ten o'clock , reckless of the unknown country which separated me from the Magpie , and then walked home alone , under the faint starlight , though my friendly host would fain have lent me a dog-cart . The good people here lend one another dog-carts as freely as a cockney offers his umbrella . I went back to Huxter 's Cross alone , and the long solitary walk was very pleasant to me . Looking up at the stars as I tramped homeward , I could but remember an old epigram : -- Were you the earth , dear love , and I the skies , My love should shine on you like to the sun , And look upon you with ten thousand eyes , Till heaven wax 'd blind , and till the world were done .