Acquainted With The Night

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