Acquainted With the Night
by 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.
Leaving the Infinite Night
by Carmen H Gray
The nightingale enchanted me
With its songs of ecstasy
The sweet sadness of loss
Enveloped my heart
I sank deep into
The infinite night
Where I could only feel
What I could not see
Where I could scarcely hear
The faint echoes of yesteryear
I held myself captive
In the comfortable pain
Until the sun asked to rise
I, unopposed to the light
At last stepped out
Of the Infinite night.
Monarca Rising 