Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXII

She gave the poet the first dream of youthful transports, and the thought of her animated 4 his pipe's first moan. Farewell, golden games! He began to like thick groves, seclusion, stillness, and the night, 8 and the stars, and the moonthe moon, celestial lamp, to which we dedicated walks midst the evening darkness, 12 and tears, of secret pangs the solace… But now we only see in her a substitute for bleary lanterns.