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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XXVIII.

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CONTRAST.

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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