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Jewett's Poems
AT WAKINGI 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?SARAH ORNE JEWETT
Note"At Waking" appeared in The Sword and the Pen #7, p. 1, on December 14, 1881. This volume was published in a series of ten numbers from December 7 through December 17, 1881 and thereafter sold as a bound collection for the Soldiers' Home Bazaar in Boston. This text is available courtesy of the Newberry Library.
Edited and annotated by Terry Heller, Coe College.