Tranquilly goes to sleep at home,
And in the morning doth not know
Whither that evening he will go.
V
However, Tania's letter reading,
Eugène was touched with sympathy;
The language of her girlish pleading
Aroused in him sweet reverie.
He called to mind Tattiana's grace,
Pallid and melancholy face,
And in a vision, sinless, bright,
His spirit sank with strange delight.
May be the empire of the sense,
Regained authority awhile,
But he desired not to beguile