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
