The Prisoner of Chillonby Lord Byron(1788-1824)IIThere are seven pillars of Gothic mould,In Chillon&
The Prisoner of Chillonby Lord Byron(1788-1824)IIThere are seven pillars of Gothic mould,In Chillon’s dungeons deep and old,There are seven columns, massy and grey,Dim with a dull imprison’d ray,A sunbeam which hath lost its way,And through the crevice and the cleftOf the thick wall is fallen and left;Creeping o'er the floor so damp,Like a marsh’s meteor lamp:And in each pillar there is a ring,And in each ring there is a chain;That iron is a cankering thing,For in these limbs its teeth remain,With marks that will not wear away,TIll I have done with this new day,Which now is painful to these eyes,Which have not seen the sun so riseFor years - I cannot count them o'er,I lost their long and heavy scoreWhen my last brother drooped and died,And I lay living by his side.Read the whole poemimage: Byron’s carved signature in the dungeon of Chillon Castle byRama -- source link
#byron#poem#poetry#chillon castle#dungeon