EMILY DICKINSON

I died for beauty, but was scrace
,Adjusted in the tomb
When one who died fot truth was lain
.In an adjoining room

? He questioned softly why I failed
. " For beauty" I replid
" And I for truth - the two are one
.We brethren are" he said

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