Acquainted with the Night

This is a Robert Frost poem.. I thought I'd post it and see if anyone had any of their own opinions or would like to attempt to analyze it. I love the feeling of loneliness, apathy and sadness it evoked in me upon reading it this morning... certain areas of the poem being particularly poignant. I thought I'd paste it and see if anyone had any thoughts.

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-bye;
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.

Other news (and life is strange but that is a longer and more involved story): Justin won standby tickets on Qantas from his Corp Comm team Christmas Party, so it looks like we will be visiting Australia and New Zealand sometime next year (I am particularly interested in the latter).