My goddesses! You vanished faces! Oh, hearken to my woeful call: Have other maidens gained your places, Yet not replaced you after all? Shall once again I hear your chants? Or see the Russian muse of dance Perform her soaring, soulful flight? Or shall my mournful gaze alight On unknown faces on the stages? And when across this world I pass A disenchanted opera glass, Shall I grow bored with mirth and rages, And shall I then in silence yawn And recollect a time that’s gone?
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