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-- AJ~o)