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1407 A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun— Its Toils to Brindled People ****** Its Triumphs—to the Bin— Accosted by a timid Bird Irresolute of Alms— Is often seen—but seldom felt, On our New England Farms—
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A Field of Stubble, lying sere
1407 A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun— Its Toils to Brindled People ****** Its Triumphs—to the Bin— Accosted by a timid Bird Irresolute of Alms— Is often seen—but seldom felt, On our New England Farms—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American