XVII + 

Tattiana’s eyes with tender gleam + 

On everything around her gaze, + 

Of priceless value all things seem + 

And in her languid bosom raise + 

A pleasure though with sorrow knit: + 

The table with its lamp unlit, + 

The pile of books, with carpet spread + 

Beneath the window-sill his bed, + 

The landscape which the moonbeams fret, + 

The twilight pale which softens all, + 

Lord Byron’s portrait on the wall + 

And the cast-iron statuette + 

With folded arms and eyes bent low, + 

Cocked hat and melancholy brow. + 