Author Emily Dickinson I worked for chaff, and earning wheat Was haughty and betrayed. What right had fields to arbitrate In matters ratified? I tasted wheat, ā and hated chaff, And thanked the ample friend; Wisdom is more becoming viewed At distance than at hand. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments