I died for Beauty — but was
Adjusted in the
When One who died for Truth, was
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 —
