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.