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I died for Beauty but was scarce

I died for Beauty but was scarce

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



Poem I died for Beauty but was scarce - Emily Dickinson