XXVIII. 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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