Answer:
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.
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