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 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 --