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Absorbed in melancholy mood

And o’er the granite coping bent,

Onegin meditative stood,

E’en as the poet says he leant.[17]

‘Tis silent all! Alone the cries

Of the night sentinels arise

And from the Millionaya[18] afar

The sudden rattling of a car.

Lo! on the sleeping river borne,

A boat with splashing oar floats by,

And now we hear delightedly

A jolly song and distant horn;

But sweeter in a midnight dream

Torquato Tasso’s strains I deem.