在隔壁的房间躺下——
他轻声问道：“为何倒下？”
“为了美。”我回答说——
“我为真理——真和美是一体，
我们是兄弟。”他说道——
于是，如同夜间相遇的亲人——
我们隔着房间聊天——
直到苔藓长到我们嘴边——
掩盖住——我们的名字——
I died for beauty—but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When one who died for Truth， was lain
In the 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—