Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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.

1. Lost Faith
2. Fire
3. Ventures
4. I Have a King Who Does Not Speak
5. Disenchantment

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