![Frost in Ann Arbor, where he wrote this poem. His house was later moved to Greenfield Village. His great-grandson was one of my favorite professors at U-M.](https://i0.wp.com/polyarchive.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/frost.jpg?fit=390%2C464&ssl=1)
Acquainted with the Night
Robert Frost
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-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.
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