No. 32 is a setting of a poem by Emily Dickinson (1830-1886).
lyrics
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.
credits
from Folly,
released August 2, 2023
Fiddle - Jo Burke
Cello - Alice Eldridge
Cornet - Alistair Strachan
Guitar/vocal - Mary Hampton
Recorded and engineered by Joe Watson at Timepass
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