Acquainted with the Night -- Robert Frost

[1874–1963, American]

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.
I have out-walked 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 goodbye;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

Source: Frost, R 1928, West-Running Brook, Henry Holt and Co.