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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-Themself 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-
I Died For Beauty'but Was Scarce
Emily Dickinson
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