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XVI

If he had only known the wound

Which rankled in Tattiana’s breast,

And if Tattiana mine had found⁠—

If the poor maiden could have guessed

That the two friends with morning’s light

Above the yawning grave would fight⁠—

Ah! it may be, affection true

Had reconciled the pair anew!

But of this love, e’en casually,

As yet none had discovered aught;

Eugene of course related nought,

Tattiana suffered secretly;

Her nurse, who could have made a guess,

Was famous for thick-headedness.