I died for Beauty — but was scarce
I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Emily 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 — 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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Written c. 1862. Published 1890.
