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Emily Dickinson - We Grow Accustomed to the DarkEmily Dickinson - We Grow Accustomed to the Dark
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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.
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