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 DickinsonI think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.
Emily DickinsonYou cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!
Emily Dickinson