I have been one acquainted with the night - Robert Frost



I have walked the night-lit ways
Past pine trees (climbing the wind-whipped gloom)
The embrace of their limbs a myrrh-scented tomb;
The evergreen hall where lovers cry,
An evergreen crypt where lovers lie.
I have padded the husky hills
Amid the bodies of stricken leaves
And followed the current of where the wind willed
And soared on the swells of where the fog heaved.
I have spoken with singing Sidhe
Drunken on rhyme and faery mead –
The barrow lady who sang with me
Poured waters of life to quench my need.
I have learned the ways of mist,
Paid heed to words the adder hissed,
And heard the veins of those I kissed.
I have, wolf-wise, howled the moon's praise –
I have walked the night-lit ways.