Acquainted With The Night

  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,

O luminary clock against the sky

 Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

                                       I have been one acquainted with the night.