ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGTH
Robert frost

I have been once 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.
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 or right.
I have been one acquainted with the night