XI

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XI

A dreadful sleep Tattiana sleeps.

She dreamt she journeyed o’er a field

All covered up with snow in heaps,

By melancholy fogs concealed.

Amid the snowdrifts which surround

A stream, by winter’s ice unbound,

Impetuously clove its way

With boiling torrent dark and gray;

Two poles together glued by ice,

A fragile bridge and insecure,

Spanned the unbridled torrent o’er;

Beside the thundering abyss

Tattiana in despair unfeigned

Rooted unto the spot remained.