more dickinson...

getting into emily dickinson again.... beautiful but what is with the ----?

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 -

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