I died for Beauty--but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In and 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--
By: Emily Dickinson
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