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.
---Emily Dickinson
