I died for Beaty _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 Kismen, met a Night _
We talked between the Rooms _
Until the Moss had reached our lips_
And covered up _our names _
Emily Dickinson
1862
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