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.