I have been one acquainted with the night Moving quickly with unencumbered ease Through a cooling darkened breeze Drawing drapes, eluding light I am one acquainted with the night
I have been one acquainted with the chill That an October morning brings With whispered imaginings Of wine, a blanket and a hill I am one acquainted with the chill
Barren days and shadowed hours Make the masses evanesce Yet no less shared nor picturesque For they shall remain forever ours We shall be ones acquainted with the night
The last line is borrowed from a poem by Robert Frost entitled "Acquainted with the Night."