| 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
|
| |
| |
| |
| |