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Formal Poetry


        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 lookded 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.








        The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

        Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
        And sorry I could not travel both
        And be one traveler, long I stood.
        And looked down one as far as I could
        To where it bent in the undergrowth;

        Then took the other, as just as fair,
        And having perhaps the better claim,
        Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
        Though as for that the passing there
        Had worn them really about the same,

        And both that morning equally lay
        In leaves no step had trodden black.
        Oh, I kept the first for another day!
        Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
        I doubted if I should ever come back.

        I shall be telling this with a sigh
        Somewhere ages and ages hence:
        Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
        I took the one less traveled by,
        And that has made all the difference.