Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XIV

And in the cruel solitude stronger her passion burns, and louder does her heart of distant 4 Onegin speak to her. She will not see him; she must abhor in him the slayer of her brother; 8 the poet perished… but already none remembers him, already to another his promised bride has given herself.

The poet's memory has sped by 12 as smoke across an azure sky; perhaps there are two hearts that yet grieve for him… Wherefore grieve?