I have been one familiar with the night time.
I have walked out in rain--and again in rain.
I've outwalked the furthest metropolis gentle.
I have seemed down the saddest city lane.
I've passed by way of the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to give an explanation for.
I have stood nonetheless and stopped the sound of ft
When a long way away an interrupted cry
came visiting residences from an extra avenue,
but to not call me back or say goodbye;
And further nonetheless at an unearthly top,
One luminary clock towards the sky
Proclaimed the time was once neither improper nor proper.
I've been one acquainted with the night time.