Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
He questioned softly why I failed? 5
�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, 10
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.
Emily Dickinson (1830-86)