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-Themself 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—