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 Good bye 

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.