Emily Dickinson - A little bread — a crust — a crumb lyrics

159 A little bread — a crust — a crumb A little trust — a demijohn Can keep the soul alive Not portly, mind! but breathing — warm Conscious — as old Napoleon The night before the Crown! A modest lot — A fame petite A brief Campaign of sting and sweet Is plenty! Is enough! A Sailor's business is the shore! A Soldier's — balls! Who asketh more Must seek the neighboring life!