I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce

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Title:     I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by 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.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce

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