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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THIRTY BOB A WEEK by JOHN DAVIDSON SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE |