449 — I Died For Beauty
by Emily Dickinson
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 — Themselves are One —
We Brethren, are", He said —
We talked between the Rooms —
Until the Moss had reached our lips —
And covered up — our names —
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