I Died For Beauty

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' the tow are one;

We brethren are, he said.

And so, as kinsman met a-night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips and covererd up our names.