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 --