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