Emily Dickinson - I died for Beauty — but was scarce lyrics

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 — Themself 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