My daughter loves poetry. I allow her to choose a poem each week for copy work and to use for dictation and memory work - here is the choice for this past week ~~
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.
~~Emily Dickinson
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