I died for Beauty -- but was scarce

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 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 --