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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 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-Darkness-
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.
We Grow Accustomed To The Dark
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: away, life, light, moon, night, sometimes, star, tree, moment, brain, lamp, goodbye, straight, step, vision, dark, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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