To Pa Gondeh

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 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