By candlelight

"She loved the balcony, the session

of waiting for the dawn to blush,

when, in pale sky, the stars' procession

fades from the view, and in the hush

earth's rim grows light, and a forewarning

whisper of breeze announces morning,

and slowly day begins to climb.

In winter, when for longer time

the shades of night within their keeping

hold half the world still unreleased,

and when, by misty moon, the east

is softly, indolently sleeping,

wakened at the same hour of night

"Tatyana'd rise by candlelight."

--from Alexander Pushkin's Eugene Onegin