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

by Emily Dickinson

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American LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily 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 LiteratureAmerican PoetryEmily Dickinson



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