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XVII

Yet ghastlier, yet more wonderful,

A crab upon a spider rides,

Perched on a goose’s neck a skull

In scarlet cap revolving glides.

A windmill too a jig performs

And wildly waves its arms and storms;

Barking, songs, whistling, laughter coarse,

The speech of man and tramp of horse.

But wide Tattiana oped her eyes

When in that company she saw

Him who inspired both love and awe,

The hero we immortalize.

Onegin sat the table by

And viewed the door with cunning eye.