Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XV

Tatiana, dear Tatiana! I now shed tears with you. Into a fashionable tyrant's hands 4 your fate already you've relinquished. Dear, you shall perish; but before, in dazzling hope, you summon somber bliss, 8 you learn the dulcitude of life, you quaff the magic poison of desires, daydreams pursue you: you fancy everywhere 12 retreats for happy trysts; everywhere, everywhere before you, is your fateful enticer.