95 I DIED FOR BEAUTY
By Emily Dickinson
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．
