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 Bretheren, 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.
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