I heard the city bells at morning ring, <br /> The eastern sky was faintly tinged with light; <br />The tired town in heavy sleep lay still, <br /> And yet I knew it was no longer night. <br /> <br />One, two, three, four, the bells struck one by one, <br /> In answering steeples that were far away: <br />Who could help wondering what the morn might bring, <br /> Who waked, like me, between the dark and day?<br /><br />Sarah Orne Jewett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-waking/
