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Book III, Stanza VII
Tatyana listened with vexation
To all this gossip, but secretly,
With inexpressible elation,
She thought on it unguardedly;
In her heart the thought had taken root;
Time passed, and she became inflamed.
Just so a seed falling on the ground
By the fire of spring sends forth its shoot.
For a long time her imagination,
Burning with emptiness and longing,
Thirsted for fatal nourishment
For a long time all her heartfelt yearning
Had constricted her young breast with pain
Her soul was waiting - waiting in vain