Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXI

The verses chanced to be preserved;

I have them; here they are: 4'Whither, ah! whither are ye fled, 4 my springtime's golden days? What has the coming day in store for me? In vain my gaze attempts to grasp it; in deep gloom it lies hidden. 8 It matters not; fate's law is just. Whether I fall, pierced by the dart, or whether it flies by-all is right: of waking and of sleep is comes the determined hour; blest is the day of cares, blest, too, is the advent of darkness!