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A door just opened on a street —

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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