Eugene Onegin ( without commentary )

XXXVII

Restored to his penates, Vladimir Lenski visited his neighbor's humble monument, 4 and to the ashes consecrated a sigh, and long his heart was melancholy. "Poor Yorick!"16 mournfully he uttered, "he hath borne me in his arms. 8 How oft I played in childhood with his Ochakov medal! He destined Olga to wed me 5 he used to say: 'Shall I be there 12 to see the day?' " and full of sincere sadness, Vladimir there and then set down for him a gravestone madrigal.