History of the day...

Emily Dickinson died on this date, 1886.

I thought I would find one of her not-so-well-known poems to share.
I don't think I had read this one before, you may have. I really liked the final stanza.

I Died For Beauty

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.