The Story of the Blue Snow

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.