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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
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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