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.

In 1981 The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson was publiEmily Dickinsond. Emily eventually sent her over three hundred letters more than to any other correspondent over the course of their friendship. When the simple funeral was held in the Homestead's entrance hall Emily stayed in her room with the door cracked open.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10 1830 – May 15 1886) was an American poet. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality two recurring topics in letters to her friends.