Who, in these wall's undoing... Perforce of Time's rough wooing, Amid the crumbling ruin shall meet, clasp hands, and kiss

Is she here ?

And light as dust lay in the scale
The favor of a flattering world
Weighed by that joy which cannot fail
In love and faith and honor furled...

Like fire within the opal's heart,
Like fragrance in the rose's breast,
A sacred joy, serene apart,
The highest and the holiest...