Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLV

So! My noontide is come, and this I must, I see, admit. But, anyway, as friends let's part, 4 ? my light youth! My thanks for the delights, the melancholy, the dear torments, the hum, the storms, the feasts, 8 for all, for all your gifts my thanks to you. In you amidst turmoils and in the stillness I have delighted… and in full. 12 Enough! With a clear soul I now set out on a new course to rest from my old life.