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
