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I worked for chaff, and earning wheat

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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