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.
