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Wherever I roam, and wherever I go,

My heart it feels heavy, my spirits are low,

And I, like a dove without wings, must make moan,

For what is in life when my dearest is gone?

Young am I and yet shedding tear after tear

For the sweetheart who left me in loneliness here....

Everything about her was strange and artificial, “after the manner of Versailles,” the fountain, Pomona, the espaliers, her dress of pink taffeta strewn with yellow florets, her hair arrangement “Budding pleasure,” and the scent “Cupid’s sighs.” Only she herself with her quiet grief and gentle song had remained simple, Russian, just as she had been under the thatched roof of her father’s country house.

Close to her, from the dark alleys, bowers and every possible nook of the Summer Garden, there continued to come whispers, rustles, kisses and love-sick sighs.

The sound of the minuet, wafted across like shepherds’ flutes and violes d’amour from Venus’ kingdom, with the languid melody:—

’Tis time to cast thy bow away,

Cupid, we all are in thy sway.