I died for beauty but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoining room.He questioned softly why I failed?”For beauty,” I replied.”And I for truth, the two 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 covered up our names.

I died for beauty but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn an adjoining room.He questioned softly why I failed?”For beauty,” I replied.”And I for truth, the two 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 covered up our names.

– Emily Dickinson –

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