Acquainted with the Night

Updated 20-Sep-2023

Rainy night on Church St. 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 in the city at night