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 … - Emily Dickinson

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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.