I Died for Beauty

I died for beauty, but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb,When one who died for truth was lainIn 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.