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His kneeling posture he retains⁠—

Calmly her eyes encounter his⁠—

Insensible her hand remains

Beneath his lips’ devouring kiss.

What visions then her fancy thronged⁠—

A breathless silence then, prolonged⁠—

But finally she softly said:

“Enough, arise! for much we need

Without disguise ourselves explain.

Onegin, hast forgotten yet

The hour when⁠—Fate so willed⁠—we met

In the lone garden and the lane?

How meekly then I heard you preach⁠—

To-day it is my turn to teach.