His wife attend a cottage on the green;
Love, loth to wound, endured conjecture long,
Till fear would speak, and spoke in language strong.
“All I must know, my Anna - truly know
Whence these emotions, terrors, trouble flow:
Give me thy grief, and I will fairly prove
Mine is no selfish, no ungenerous love.”
Now Anna’s soul the seat of strife became,
Fear with respect contended, love with shame:
But fear prevailing was the ruling guide,