A little bread — a crust — a crumb lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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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!