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    The poem describes someone who is familiar with loneliness and isolation during nighttime. They have walked alone in the rain beyond the city lights, passed by a watchman without explanation, and heard distant cries from another street without response. While looking at a clock high in the sky, the person realized that the time was neither right nor wrong as they remained acquainted with the night.

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    The poem describes someone who is familiar with loneliness and isolation during nighttime. They have walked alone in the rain beyond the city lights, passed by a watchman without explanation, and heard distant cries from another street without response. While looking at a clock high in the sky, the person realized that the time was neither right nor wrong as they remained acquainted with the night.

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    The poem describes someone who is familiar with loneliness and isolation during nighttime. They have walked alone in the rain beyond the city lights, passed by a watchman without explanation, and heard distant cries from another street without response. While looking at a clock high in the sky, the person realized that the time was neither right nor wrong as they remained acquainted with the night.

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    BRACKETING #2

    Acquainted with the Night (some punctuation removed)

    [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.]

    …Robert Frost

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