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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 309 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Contrast

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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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