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 DickinsonIt is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.
Emily DickinsonThe Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?
Emily Dickinson