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 whyI 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.
(The picture represents beauty, and life. It gradually descends into its death)
My Interpretation : Its an aspect of how the human life, feelings and identity itself is gradually taken away by death.
Summary : The man lying beside her said truth and beauty are all but different, so they are brethren. So they talk, gradually descending into death until the moss covers up their names.



