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~ We Grow Accustomed To The Dark by Emily Dickinson ~


" 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. "

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