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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- 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-
我为美而死，对坟墓
几乎还不适应-
一个殉真理的烈士
就成了我的近邻-
他轻声问我“为什么倒下？”
我回答他：“为了美”-
他说：“我为真理，真与美-
是一体，我们是兄弟”-
就这样，像亲人，黑夜相逢-
我们隔着房间谈心
直到苍苔长上我们的嘴唇
覆盖掉，我们的姓名
