Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVII

Perhaps, for the world's good or, at the least, for glory he was born 5 his silenced lyre might have aroused 4 a resonant, uninterrupted ringing throughout the ages. There awaited the poet, on the stairway of the world, perhaps, a lofty stair. 8 His martyred shade has carried away with him, perhaps, a sacred mystery, and for us dead is a life-creating voice, 12 and to his shade beyond the tomb's confines will not rush up the hymn of races, the blessing of the ages.

Eugene Onegin