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Read the poem: “I died for beauty, but was scarce”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < I bring an unaccustomed wine
I felt a funeral in my brain > > >

I died for beauty, but was scarce

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.


< < < I bring an unaccustomed wine
I felt a funeral in my brain > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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