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.
