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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 Bretheren, are", He said -

 And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night -

 We talked between the Rooms -

 Untill the Moss had reached our lips -

 And covered up - our names -