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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.


-Emily Dickenson

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