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Poemas de Emily Dickinson, Tres Series, Completo
Colección 4, Poema 10
X.
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.
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