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.