XLV + 

“Onegin, all this sumptuousness, + 

The gilding of life’s vanities, + 

In the world’s vortex my success, + 

My splendid house and gaieties⁠— + 

What are they? Gladly would I yield + 

This life in masquerade concealed, + 

This glitter, riot, emptiness, + 

For my wild garden and bookcase⁠— + 

Yes! for our unpretending home, + 

Onegin⁠—the beloved place + 

Where the first time I saw your face⁠— + 

Or for the solitary tomb + 

Wherein my poor old nurse doth lie + 

Beneath a cross and shrubbery. + 