Monday, April 27, 2015

Poem of the day #POTD

'I died for Beauty - but was scarce'

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 – Themself 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 –


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