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 – f or 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
And in the next world, I looked for him –
The One who died for Truth
But ‘twas not meant to be –
I think, gone forever was the youth –
I was troubled in my restless state –
And would often cry –
For if One who died for Truth was lost
Then where, pray tell, was I?
~Aliza Scheiner
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