XII + 

In cruel solitude each day + 

With flame more ardent passion burns, + 

And to Onegin far away + 

Her heart importunately turns. + 

She never more his face may view, + 

For was it not her duty to + 

Detest him for a brother slain? + 

The poet fell; already men + 

No more remembered him; unto + 

Another his betrothed was given; + 

The memory of the bard was driven + 

Like smoke athwart the heaven blue; + 

Two hearts perchance were desolate + 

And mourned him still. Why mourn his fate? + 