Acquainted With The Night  [Back]
                                    
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 1874-1963