We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
By Emily Dickinson
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.
Copyright © by the author.
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