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