XLVII

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XLVII

She rose⁠—departed. But Eugene

Stood as if struck by lightning fire.

What a storm of emotions keen

Raged round him and of balked desire!

And hark! the clank of spurs is heard

And Tania’s husband soon appeared.⁠—

But now our hero we must leave

Just at a moment which I grieve

Must be pronounced unfortunate⁠—

For long⁠—for ever. To be sure

Together we have wandered o’er

The world enough. Congratulate

Each other as the shore we climb!

Hurrah! it long ago was time!