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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, -- 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.