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Non omnis moriar

I died for beauty, but was scarce

by Emily Dickinson · Explore poems

  1. I died for beauty, but was scarce
  2. Adjusted in the tomb,
  3. When one who died for truth was lain
  4. In an adjoining room.
  5.  
  6. He questioned softly why I failed?
  7. "For beauty," I replied.
  8. "And I for truth, -- the two are one;
  9. We brethren are," he said.
  10.  
  11. And so, as kinsmen met a night,
  12. We talked between the rooms,
  13. Until the moss had reached our lips,
  14. And covered up our names.

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