Thanks again, Emily Dickinson. This is from her letters:

Saying Nothing, My Aunt Katie, sometimes says the most.

            Death's Waylaying not the sharpest
            Of the Thefts of Time -
            There marauds a sorer Robber -
            Silence - is his name -
            No Assault, nor any menace
            Doth betoken him.
            But from Life's consummate Cluster,
            He supplants the Balm.

And I like this one, too although I seldom walk at night anymore.

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 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,
O luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.