I died for Beauty — but was scarce

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 —