Emily Dickinson

Dec. 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886


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;
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.


Copyright 1890
Little, Brown, And Company, Boston