Author Emily Dickinson 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. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments