Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty - but was scarce

RW 448 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 -