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.
Emily Dickinson
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