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.