Emily Dickinson

I died for beauty - but was scarce

Adjusted in the Tomb

When one who died for Truth, was lain

In the adjoining Room –

He questioned softly “ Why I failed” ?

“ For beauty”, I replied –

“ And I – for Truth – Themself are One

We Brethren, are”, He said –

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night –

We talked between the Rooms –

Until the Moss had reached our lips –

And convered up – our names –