I died for beauty but was scarce

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.

___By Emily Dickinson 

我為美而死，但尚未
安息在我的墓裡。
有ㄧ個為真理而死的人

被放在我的鄰室。
他輕悄悄地問我為何殉身？
「為了美。」我說。
「而我是為了真理，兩者實為ㄧ體，
我們其實是兄弟。」

於是就似親人在夜間相遇，
我們便隔牆聊起天來。
直至青苔爬上了我們的嘴唇，
將我們的名字掩去。