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