While all those cupids, devils, serpents Upon the stage still romp and roar, And while the weary band of servants Still sleeps on furs at carriage door; And while the people still are tapping, Still sniffling, coughing, hissing, clapping; And while the lamps both in and out Still glitter grandly all about; And while the horses, bored at tether, Still fidget, freezing, in the snow, And coachmen by the fire’s glow Curse masters and beat palms together; Onegin now has left the scene And driven home to change and preen.
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