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.
Anything more than the truth would have seemed too weak.
How many things have to happen to you before something occurs to you?
The snake stood up for evil in the Garden.
I dwell with a strangely aching heart In that vanished abode there far apart
I am assured at any rate Man's practically inexterminate. Someday I must go into that. There's always been an Ararat Where someone someone else begat To start the world all over at.