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We grow accustomed to the Dark –

We grow accustomed to the Dark --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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Perhaps I asked too large –

Perhaps I asked too large --Perhaps I asked too large –
I take — no less than skies –
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town –

My Basket holds — just — Firmaments –
Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram.

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