Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXIII

I recollect the sea before a tempest: how I envied the waves running in turbulent succession with love to lie down at her feet! How much I wished then with the waves to touch the dear feet with my lips! No, never midst the fiery days of my ebullient youth did I long with such anguish to kiss the lips of young Armidas, or the roses of flaming cheeks, or bosoms full of languorno, never did the surge of passions thus rive my soul! in Eugene Onegin