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 –
Theme: The poem depicts the profound philosophical unity between truth and beauty. It characterizes them as identical and inseparable concepts that define great human excellence. Additionally, the poem highlights the absolute power of mortality. It shows us/reveals that time and death eventually erase all human identity, noble achievements and names entirely.