Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXI

So when and where, in what desert, will you forget them, madman? Little feet, ah, little feet! Where are you now? 4 Where do you trample vernant blooms? Brought up in Oriental mollitude, on the Northern sad snow you left no prints: 8 you liked the sumptuous contact of yielding rugs. Is it long since I would forget for you the thirst for fame and praises, 12 the country of my fathers, and confinement? The happiness of youthful years has vanished as on the meadows your light trace. no