Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIII

And long did she, as through a mist, gaze after them… And now Tatiana is alone, alone! 4 Alas! Companion of so many years, her youthful doveling, her own dear bosom friend, has been by fate borne far away, 8 has been from her forever separated. She, like a shade, roams aimlessly; now into the deserted garden looks… Nowhere, in nothing, are there joys for her, 12 and she finds no relief for tears suppressed, and torn asunder is her heart.