Round which revolves the universe.

[Note 63: A line of Griboyedoff's. (Woe from Wit.)]

XII.

Impatient, boiling o'er with wrath,

The bard his answer waits at home,

But lo! his braggart neighbour hath

Triumphant with the answer come.

Now for the jealous youth what joy!

He feared the criminal might try

To treat the matter as a jest,

Use subterfuge, and thus his breast

From the dread pistol turn away.

But now all doubt was set aside,

Unto the windmill he must ride

To-morrow before break of day,

To cock the pistol; barrel bend

On thigh or temple, friend on friend.

XIII.

Resolved the flirt to cast away,

The foaming Lenski would refuse,

To see his Olga ere the fray -

His watch, the sun in turn he views -

Finally tost his arms in air

And lo! he is already there!

He deemed his coming would inspire

Olga with trepidation dire.

He was deceived. Just as before

The miserable bard to meet,

As hope uncertain and as sweet,

Olga ran skipping from the door.

She was as heedless and as gay -

Well! just as she was yesterday.

XIV.

"Why did you leave last night so soon?"

Was the first question Olga made,

Lenski, into confusion thrown,