Poem by Sarah Orne Jewett

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. The Spendthrift Doll
3. The Eagle Trees
4. A Country Boy in Winter
5. The Soul of the Sunflower

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

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