XIII

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XIII

Resolved the flirt to cast away,

The foaming Lenski would refuse,

To see his Olga ere the fray⁠—

His watch, the sun in turn he views⁠—

Finally tost his arms in air

And lo! he is already there!

He deemed his coming would inspire

Olga with trepidation dire.

He was deceived. Just as before

The miserable bard to meet,

As hope uncertain and as sweet,

Olga ran skipping from the door.

She was as heedless and as gay⁠—

Well! just as she was yesterday.