| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 542. Morn |
| | | By Helen Fiske Jackson (“H. H.”) |
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| IN what a strange bewilderment do we | |
| Awake each morn from out the brief night’s sleep. | |
| Our struggling consciousness doth grope and creep | |
| Its slow way back, as if it could not free | |
| Itself from bonds unseen. Then Memory, | 5 |
| Like sudden light, outflashes from its deep | |
| The joy or grief which it had last to keep | |
| For us; and by the joy or grief we see | |
| The new day dawneth like the yesterday; | |
| We are unchanged; our life the same we knew | 10 |
| Before. I wonder if this is the way | |
| We wake from death’s short sleep, to struggle through | |
| A brief bewilderment, and in dismay | |
| Behold our life unto our old life true. | |
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