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