The massive stone foundation strong was laid,
On which would rest a palace o'er her grave.
Then Issa disappeared, but where, none knew;
Cast in the Jumna stream, by foes, some thought.
They dragged the stream, nor came the slightest clue,
And on his fate the oracles were dumb.
The years rolled by, yet Jehan rested not,
Tho' hope, so long delayed, engendered gloom,
Content to live himself in any cot;
But no inferior hand must touch her tomb.