Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XXVIII. CONTRAST.

Emily Dick

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A door just opened on a street —

I, lost, was passing by —

An instant's width of warmth disclosed,

And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,

I, lost, was passing by, —

Lost doubly, but by contrast most,

Enlightening misery.

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