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Happy Birthday, Mr. 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-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.