Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XLVII

How oft in summertide, when limpid and luminous is the nocturnal sky above the Neva,8 and the gay 4 glass of the waters does not reflect Diana's visagerememorating intrigues of past years, rememorating a past love, 8 impressible, carefree again, the breath of the benignant night we mutely quaffed!

As to the greenwood from a prison 12 a slumbering clogged convict is transferred, so we'd be carried off in fancy to the beginning of young life.