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 Nigth -
We talked between the Rooms -
Until the Moss had reached our lips -
And covered up - our names -
