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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 —

This poem is in the public domain.

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