Emily Dickinsons poem, I died for beauty- but was scarce reminds me of the saying "only the good die young" Human beings are constantly concerned with the principles of right and wrong, we spend our lives striving to be virtuous, and regardless of how honest a person is everyone passes away - even if we attain the highest degree of honesty and beauty death is inevitable. Regardless of the enormous role integrity plays in everyday life it can still seem as thigh beauty and truth are scarce in the world. The third line in the poem "Adjusted in the tomb" gives me the image of someone turning over in a tomb to face another person in order to converse. The first line of the poem " I died for Beauty -- but was scarce" is repeated, I think this
