Emily Dickinson

We Grow Accustomed To The Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark – When light is put away – As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye – A Moment – We uncertain step For newness of the night – Then – fit our Vision to the Dark – And meet the Road – erect – And so of larger – Darknesses – Those Evenings of the Brain – When not a Moon disclose a sign – Or Star – come out – within – The Bravest – grope a little – And sometimes hit a Tree Directly in the Forehead – But as they learn to see – Either the Darkness alters – Or something in the sight Adjusts itself to Midnight – And Life steps almost straight.

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