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Tattiana would have gladly heard

The converse of the world polite,

But in the drawing-room all appeared

To find in gossip such delight,

Speech was so tame and colourless

Their slander e’en was weariness;

In their sterility of prattle,

Questions and news and tittle-tattle,

No sense was ever manifest

Though by an error and unsought⁠—

The languid mind could smile at nought,

Heart would not throb albeit in jest⁠—

Even amusing fools we miss

In thee, thou world of empty bliss.