I Died for Beauty but was Scarce
By Emily Dickinson

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.

For Claude and WebKittyn. I know how much pain she must be feeling right now. There is nothing I can say or do to make the hurting stop, but, maybe in the next life they'll meet again. Claude, her familiar and guardian, I'm sure he is still watching out for her, even if it isn't in the direct manner he was before.

Posted by Utopia at February 10, 2006 07:43 AM

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