Emily Dickinson (uten tittel)

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.

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