I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted to 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.
In memory of my father, whose birthday it was today, 14 May, 1926.