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 Bretheren,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——
我为美丽而死——但却勉强
适应这墓室
当有一人因真实而亡
被安置在旁——
他轻声发问“你何以至此？”
“因美丽，”我答——
“而我——是因真实——真和美本为一体——
你与我乃是同胞，”他说道——
及如此，如乡亲，夜里相见——
墓室中我们长谈——
直到苔痕爬上我们的唇角——
覆满名姓——
