I died for beauty, but was scarce...
by 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, -- the two are one; he said.
We brethren are,
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston