Poems — Third Series by Emily Dickinson, Mabel Loomis Todd

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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