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 passes 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
Proclaiming the time was neither wrong or right
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Acquainted With The Night
by Robert Frost
KeystoneShaneDVS · Thu Dec 13, 2012 @ 03:58am · 0 Comments |