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 -

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me - The simple News that Nature told - With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see -…

Dreams - are well - but Waking's better, If One wake at Morn - If One wake at Midnight - better - Dreaming - of the Dawn -

God preaches, a noted Clergyman - And the sermon is never long, So instead of getting to Heaven, at last- I'm going, all along.

'Fair and foul are near of kin, And fair needs foul,' I cried. 'My friends are gone, but that's a truth Nor grave nor bed denied.'

He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

And there, a field rat, startled, squealing bleeds, His belly close to ground. I see the blade, Blood-stained, continue cutting weeds and shade