XXI

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XXI

The strife grew furious and Eugene

Grasped a long knife and instantly

Struck Lenski dead⁠—across the scene

Dark shadows thicken⁠—a dread cry

Was uttered, and the cabin shook⁠—

Tattiana terrified awoke.

She gazed around her⁠—it was day.

Lo! through the frozen windows play

Aurora’s ruddy rays of light⁠—

The door flew open⁠—Olga came,

More blooming than the Boreal flame

And swifter than the swallow’s flight.

“Come,” she cried, “sister, tell me e’en

Whom you in slumber may have seen.”