emily dickinson "i died for beauty"
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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