'I died for Beauty — but was scarce' (#449) by Emily Dickinson

Poetry

449

Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty — but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an 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 covered up — our names —


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