I Died For Beauty

I wrote an earlier post of this poem, the Spanish version, from my Spanish book of poems of Emily. Now I have found it in this book of "Inmortal Poems of the English Language" and I wanted to share its original version.

I Died For Beauty

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 at night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

Emily Dickinson.