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 Darkness
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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We grow accustomed to the Dark