midnight
`` Do n't cry , Guly ; your grief unmans me . '' `` Oh , Wilkins , how can I help it ? '' Wilkins answered nothing , but drew the slight form closer in silent sympathy . The hours went on , and midnight still saw them sitting there together -- the golden head upon the broad , kind breast , and the eyes of both looking thoughtfully into the coals . `` She 's beautiful , and therefore to be woo 'd ; She is a woman , therefore to be won . '' Henry VI . -- `` Bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men ; A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose , with its voluptuous swell , Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell . ''