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.
Emily DickinsonA precious, mouldering pleasure 't is, to meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore; A privilege I think.
Emily DickinsonThe soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
Emily Dickinson