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