We grow accustomed to the Dark

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 - 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.

Emily Dickinson