a walk through texts
I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain
- and back in rain
I have outwalked the furthest city light
I have looked down
the saddest city lane
I have passed by the watchman
on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood
still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
still at an unearthly
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost, Acquainted With the Night