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,

O luminary clock against the sky 

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.

I have been one acquainted with the night. 

~ Robert Frost ~

'Acquainted with the Night'

I've loved this poem since first reading it in 5th grade .

 Appropriately, this post was finished at 2:45 a.m.

I have been one acquainted with the night,

but now I'd like to get re-acquainted with my bed, so...

~ Good night ~