Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VII

Tatiana listened with vexation to gossip of that sort5 but secretly she with ineffable elation 4 could not help thinking of it; and the thought sank into her heart5 the time had come-she fell in love.

Thus, dropped into the earth, a seed 8 is quickened by the fire of spring. For long had her imagination, consumed with mollitude and anguish, craved for the fatal food; 12 for long had the heart's languishment constrained her youthful bosom; her soul waited-for somebody.