"I died for beauty, but was scarce"

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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, — 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.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"A train went through a burial gate"	Troubled about many things

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