"ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT"-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 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 the time neither wrong, nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.