XXXIV + 

Tattiana moans and now she sighs + 

And in her grasp the letter shakes, + 

Even the rosy wafer dries + 

Upon her tongue which fever bakes. + 

Her head upon her breast declines + 

And an enchanting shoulder shines + 

From her half-open vest of night. + 

But lo! already the moon’s light + 

Is waning. Yonder valley deep + 

Looms gray behind the mist and morn + 

Silvers the brook; the shepherd’s horn + 

Arouses rustics from their sleep. + 

’Tis day, the family downstairs, + 

But nought for this Tattiana cares. + 