I Died for Beauty
by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
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–the two 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.