Nor sudden turned she red or white,

Her brow she did not e'en contract

Nor yet her lip compressed did bite.

Though he surveyed her at his ease,

Not the least trace Oneguine sees

Of the Tattiana of times fled.

He conversation would have led -

But could not. Then she questioned him: -

"Had he been long here, and where from?

Straight from their province had he come?" -

Cast upwards then her eyeballs dim

Unto her husband, went away -

Transfixed Oneguine mine doth stay.

XX.

Is this the same Tattiana, say,

Before whom once in solitude,

In the beginning of this lay,

Deep in the distant province rude,

Impelled by zeal for moral worth,

He salutary rules poured forth?

The maid whose note he still possessed

Wherein the heart its vows expressed,

Where all upon the surface lies, -

That girl - but he must dreaming be -

That girl whom once on a time he

Could in a humble sphere despise,

Can she have been a moment gone

Thus haughty, careless in her tone?

XXI.

He quits the fashionable throng

And meditative homeward goes,

Visions, now sad, now grateful, long

Do agitate his late repose.

He wakes - they with a letter come -