September 27, 2004

I Died for Beauty

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,---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.