acquainted with the night
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.