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A Field Of Stubble, Lying Sere

Emily Dickinson

1407

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-

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


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