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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!
A Little Bread'a Crust'a Crumb
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: life, night, soldier, trust, soul, shore, sweet, crown, mind, business, bread, warm, sting, conscious, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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