Olympian Sunset

And so they spent the day, until sun set,
feasting, and no soul lacked for equal share 
of food, or drink, or the lovely sound of the lyre 
that Apollo played, or of the blessèd Muses, who 
sang verse to Apollo’s tune in lovely choir. 
As the violet petals of Evening contracted, 
to bed they went, each to his or her
own habitation, where for each Hephaistos, 
glorious designer, had made a home, 
employing his crafty crafts. Zeus took his lightning to bed
on high Olympus, where he always settled in 
when drowsiness crept upon him. Hera waited
until she thought she heard him start to snore,	
then quietly slipped herself under the sheet beside him.

 [Iliad  1.601-611]