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;
And
further still at an
unearthly height,
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, 1923
