I Died for Beauty, but was Scarce

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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.


I Died for Beauty, but was Scarce was featured as The Short Story of the Day on Sun, Jan 01, 2012

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