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         my eyes, unwilling to explain.
      dropped

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-by;

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.