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Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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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 TruthThemself are One 
We Bretheren, 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 


Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's other poems:
  1. Belshazzar Had a Letter
  2. Psalm of the Day
  3. Our Share of Night to Bear
  4. The Wife
  5. New Feet within My Garden Go

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