Acquainted with the night —by Robert Frost I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in the 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 uneartlhy height One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night. Page last updated 10 Dec 2006 Van Gogh Starry Background & Ireland's OWN Logo by Míchealín Daugherty Copyright © 2006 Ireland's OWN. All Rights Reserved.