I died for beauty, but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn 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.Analyze the above-mentioned poem written by Emily Dickinson. (Write it in about 6 sentences.)