You died for beauty (and I for truth)

　　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. 

　　Emily Dickin