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 two are one;
we brethren are", he said.
And so, as kinsmen met a night,
we talked between the rooms,
until the moss has reached our lips,
and covered up our names.
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