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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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A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!

A Tongue -- to tell Him I am true!A Tongue — to tell Him I am true!
Its fee — to be of Gold –
Had Nature — in Her monstrous House
A single Ragged Child –

To earn a Mine — would run
That Interdicted Way,
And tell Him — Charge thee speak it plain –
That so far — Truth is True?

And answer What I do –
Beginning with the Day
That Night — begun –
Nay — Midnight — ’twas –
Since Midnight — happened — say –

If once more — Pardon — Boy –
The Magnitude thou may
Enlarge my Message — If too vast
Another Lad — help thee –

Thy Pay — in Diamonds — be –
And His — in solid Gold –
Say Rubies — if He hesitate –
My Message — must be told –

Say — last I said — was This –
That when the Hills — come down –
And hold no higher than the Plain –
My Bond — have just begun –

And when the Heavens — disband –
And Deity conclude –
Then — look for me. Be sure you say –
Least Figure — on the Road –

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‘Twas the old — road — through pain –

'Twas the old -- road -- through pain --‘Twas the old — road — through pain –
That unfrequented — one –
With many a turn — and thorn –
That stops — at Heaven –

This — was the Town — she passed –
There — where she — rested — last –
Then — stepped more fast –
The little tracks — close prest –
Then — not so swift –
Slow — slow — as feet did weary — grow –
Then — stopped — no other track!

Wait! Look! Her little Book –
The leaf — at love — turned back –
Her very Hat –
And this worn shoe just fits the track –
Herself — though — fled!

Another bed — a short one –
Women make — tonight –
In Chambers bright –
Too out of sight — though –
For our hoarse Good Night –
To touch her Head!

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Before I got my eye put out

Before I got my eye put outBefore I got my eye put out
I liked as well to see –
As other Creatures, that have Eyes
And know no other way –

But were it told to me — Today –
That I might have the sky
For mine — I tell you that my Heart
Would split, for size of me –

The Meadows — mine –
The Mountains — mine –
All Forests — Stintless Stars –
As much of Noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes –

The Motions of the Dipping Birds –
The Morning’s Amber Road –
For mine — to look at when I liked –
The News would strike me dead –

So safer — guess — with just my soul
Upon the Window pane –
Where other Creatures put their eyes –
Incautious — of the Sun –

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Of Tribulation, these are They

Of Tribulation, these are TheyOf Tribulation, these are They,
Denoted by the White –
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors — designate –

All these — did conquer –
But the ones who overcame most times –
Wear nothing commoner than Snow –
No Ornament, but Palms –

Surrender — is a sort unknown –
On this superior soil –
Defeat — an outgrown Anguish –
Remembered, as the Mile

Our panting Ankle barely passed –
When Night devoured the Road –
But we — stood whispering in the House –
And all we said — was “Saved”!

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It sifts from Leaden Sieves –

It sifts from Leaden Sieves --It sifts from Leaden Sieves –
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road –

It makes an Even Face
Of Mountain, and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it Rail by Rail
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It deals Celestial Vail

To Stump, and Stack — and Stem –
A Summer’s empty Room –
Acres of Joints, where Harvests were,
Recordless, but for them–

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts
As Ankles of a Queen –
Then stills its Artisans — like Ghosts –
Denying they have been –

One Life of so much Consequence!

One Life of so much Consequence!One Life of so much Consequence!
Yet I — for it — would pay –
My Soul’s entire income –
In ceaseless — salary –

One Pearl — to me — so signal –
That I would instant dive –
Although — I knew — to take it –
Would cost me — just a life!

The Sea is full — I know it!
That — does not blur my Gem!
It burns — distinct from all the row –
Intact — in Diadem!

The life is thick — I know it!
Yet — not so dense a crowd –
But Monarchs — are perceptible –
Far down the dustiest Road!