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A Field of Stubble, lying sere

A Field of Stubble, lying sere

A Field of Stubble, lying sere
Beneath the second Sun
Its Toils to Brindled People thrust
Its Triumphs to the Bin
Accosted by a timid Bird
Irresolute of Alms
Is often seen but seldom felt,
On our New England Farms



Poem A Field of Stubble, lying sere - Emily Dickinson