While there are men on this earth,
There will be pain, suffering and anguish,
And I am tired of it all.
But when I try to leave it all behind,
I find myself by life enthralled.
I long to sleep, but I cannot.
I yearn to forget the pain –
I wish I could forget it all.
We finally leave Onegin, but the poetry has somehow become more melancholy. This happens sometimes.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic