Beauty and Truth

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

- Emily Dickinson