Sarah Orne Jewett (Сара Орн Джеветт)

At Waking

I heard the city bells at morning ring,
    The eastern sky was faintly tinged with light;
The tired town in heavy sleep lay still,
    And yet I knew it was no longer night.

One, two, three, four, the bells struck one by one,
    In answering steeples that were far away:
Who could help wondering what the morn might bring,
    Who waked, like me, between the dark and day?

1. At Home from Church
2. Verses
3. The Widow's House
4. A Child's Grave
5. Two Musicians

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) At Waking ("When night was lifting") Weymouth, 1869

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