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–
Emily Dickinson.