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