two o'clock
And as I looked down , for the last time that night , upon Troy , this petition escaped me -- `` O my country , if I keep your secrets , keep for me your heart ! '' '' _ The fields breathe sweet , the daisies kiss our feet , Young lovers meet , old wives a-sunning sit ; In every street these tunes our ears do greet -- Cuckoo , jug-jug , pu-wee , to-witta-woo ! Spring , the sweet Spring _ . '' At two o'clock on May morning a fishing-boat , with a small row-boat in tow , stole up the harbour between the lights of the vessels that lay at anchor . She came on a soundless tide , with her sprit-mainsail wide and drawing , and her foresail flapping idle ; and although her cuddy-top and gunwale glistened wet with a recent shower , the man who steered her looked over his shoulder at the waning moon , and decided that the dawn would be a fine one . A furlong below the Town Quay he left the tiller and lowered sail : two furlongs above , he dropped anchor : then , having made all ship-shape , he lit a pipe and pulled an enormous watch from his fob . The vessels he had passed since entering the harbour 's mouth seemed one and all asleep .