Until The Moss Covered Up Our Names

Graving blog cemetery poem moss.

“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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One Response to Until The Moss Covered Up Our Names

  1. Kathleen says:

    Just beautiful. I don’t believe I’ve ever seen that passage before.

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