Together truth and beauty are one

15 Jun 2022 | Glory | 0 comments

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 Dickinson (1830 – 1386).


Notes from the Compiler


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