I died for beauty, but was scarce br Adjusted in the tomb, br When one who died for truth was lain br In an adjoining room. br br He questioned softly why I failed? br "For beauty," I replied. br "And I for truth - the two are one; br We brethren are," he said. br br And so, as kinsmen met a-night, br We talked between the rooms, br Until the moss had reached our lips, br And covered up our names.