Emily Dickinson - We Grow Accustomed to the Dark lyrics

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.