Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886


Beauty and Truth

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 for truth, - the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the roms,
Until the moss had reached our lips
And covered up our names.