Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVII

And by degrees into a lethargy of feelings and of thoughts he falls, while before him Imagination 4 deals out her motley faro deck. Now he sees: on the melted snow, as at a night's encampment sleeping, stirless, a youth lies; and he hears 8 a voice: "Well, what-he's dead!" Now he sees foes forgotten, calumniators, and malicious cowards, and a swarm of young traitresses, 12 and a circle of despicable comrades j and now a country house, and by the window sits she… and ever she!