I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.
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When you see truth as beauty, to the rest of the world you are as the dead for no one listens to what you say.
This poem reminds me of 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, -that is all / Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.' -by John Keats. Great minds think alike.
Truth and beauty are synonymous and both are ultimately perceived at the juncture of death.