ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT

By Robert Frost

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

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