We grow accustomed to the Dark - <br />When light is put away - <br />As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp <br />To witness her Goodbye - <br /> <br />A Moment - We uncertain step <br />For newness of the night - <br />Then - fit our Vision to the Dark - <br />And meet the Road - erect - <br /> <br />And so of larger - Darknesses - <br />Those Evenings of the Brain - <br />When not a Moon disclose a sign - <br />Or Star - come out - within - <br /> <br />The Bravest - grope a little - <br />And sometimes hit a Tree <br />Directly in the Forehead - <br />But as they learn to see - <br /> <br />Either the Darkness alters - <br />Or something in the sight <br />Adjusts itself to Midnight - <br />And Life steps almost straight.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-grow-accustomed-to-the-dark/
