Poems(Emily Dickinson 1830-1886) Read Count : 62

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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, 

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