Everyone is going to move on eventually and forget what there once was.
“X. Died for Beauty” by Emily Dickinson, represents that there is a purpose for death, but life should be about living to the fullest.
Not everyone is going to remember what one’s life was dedicated to.
“Beauty” and “truth” are “scarce”, but are “brethren”.
The truth and beauty are related deep down because discovering the truth is necessary in order to find happiness which is truly one of the most beautiful things one can experience.
One can be truly beautiful by remaining true to themselves and not caving into the idea that one should change themselves to be beautiful.
The “moss had reached our lips” and “cover[ed] our names”.