I died for beauty (Emily Dickinson)

Nebel, Tannen, Waldweg, Schnee, Winter, DüsterkeitI 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 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 –

[Emily Dickinson]

“The poem weighs idealism against the stark reality of death, emphasizing that death is far more permanent than the ideals people die for.” (LitCharts.com)

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