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.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Died For Beauty
- 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer
- Success Is Counted Sweetest
- A Light Exists In Spring
- A Narrow Fellow In The Grass