Acquainted With 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 the house from another street

But not to call me back or say goodbye;
And further back 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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