#449 ◎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 -