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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 121. I worked for chaff, and earning wheat

I worked for chaff, and earning wheat

Was haughty and betrayed.

What right had fields to arbitrate

In matters ratified?


I tasted wheat, -- and hated chaff,

And thanked the ample friend;

Wisdom is more becoming viewed

At distance than at hand.

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