two o'clock
`` Death is here , and death is there ; Death is busy everywhere ; All around , within , beneath , Above is death , -- and we are death . * * * Fresh spring , and summer , and winter hoar , Move my faint heart with grief , but with delight No more , O never more . '' -- Shelley . It is just two o'clock , and Sunday . They have all been to church . They have struggled manfully through their prayers . They have chanted a depressing psalm or two to the most tuneless of ancient ditties .