Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

VI

'Mid hills disposed in a half circle, let us go thither where a rill, winding, by way of a green meadow, 4 runs to the river through a linden bosquet. The nightingale, spring's lover, sings there all night; the cinnamon rose blooms, and the babble of the fount is heard. 8 There a tombstone is seen in the shade of two ancient pines.

The scripture to the stranger says: "Here lies Vladimir Lenski, i z who early died the death of the courageous, in such a year, at such an age. Repose, boy poet!"