Sins not now pleasant, but so strong of growth,
That, like old Ivy, they had hid the tree,
And threatened its destruction.
There was one,
(Although he dared not name her) who had been
A cottage light, still seen, though far away,
In the dark, stormy wilderness of life;
Her love should win him yet;—for he had heard
That she was still unwedded; and he knew
Her woman’s heart, in blessed ignorance,