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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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…
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