EmilyDickinson
Idiedforbeauty—butwasscarce
AdjustedintheTomb
WhenonewhodiedforTruth, waslain
IntheadjoiningRoom—
Hequestionedsoftly“WhyIfailed?”
“Forbeauty,”Ireplied—
“AndI—forTruth—ThemselfareOne
WeBrethren, are,”Hesaid—
Andso, asKinsmen, metaNight—
WetalkedbetweentheRooms—
UntiltheMosshadreachedourlips—
Andcoveredup—ournames—