I Died For Beauty But Was Scarce
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 had reached our lips, And covered up our names.