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-by;
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
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