We grow accustomed to the Dark - (428)

We grow accustomed to the Dark - (428)

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.