Feb 08, 2005 10:06
I died for Beauty-
but was scarce adjusted in my 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
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