I died for beauty, but was scarce <br />Adjusted in the tomb, <br />When one who died for truth was lain <br />In an adjoining room. <br /> <br />He questioned softly why I failed? <br />"For beauty," I replied. <br />"And I for truth - the two are one; <br />We brethren are," he said. <br /> <br />And so, as kinsmen met a-night, <br />We talked between the rooms, <br />Until the moss had reached our lips, <br />And covered up our names.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-died-for-beauty/
