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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

I died for Beauty—but was scarce

by Emily Dickinson · 1890

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 —

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Poem
I died for Beauty—but was scarce
Poet
Emily Dickinson
Published
1890
Length
12 lines
Form
Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes
Death & Loss, Life, Short

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Shape
12 lines · 3 quatrains
End rhyme
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Line length
Consistent with common metre. Alternating eight- and six-syllable lines — the hymn stanza (8.6.8.6), the most-used quatrain in English verse.

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Author record
Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record
PoetryDBI died for Beauty—but was scarce by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
Publication record
1890
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