Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIV

A votary of fame and freedom, in the excitement of his stormy thoughts, Vladimir might have written odes, 4 only that Olga did not read them. Have ever chanced larmoyant poets to read their works before the eyes of their beloved ones? It is said, no higher 8 rewards are in the world. And, verily, blest is the modest lover reading his daydreams to the object of songs and love, 12 a pleasantly languorous belle! Blest-though perhaps by something quite different she is diverted.