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.
By Emily Dickinson