The snow-clad offspring of the sun : And in his natural spirit gay, With tears for nought but others' ills, And then they flowed like mountain rills, Unless he could assuage the woe Which he abhorr'd to view below. V. The other was as pure of mind, But formed to combat with his kind; With joy-but not in chains to pine: I saw it silently decline And so perchance in sooth did mine; 90 100 But yet I forced it on to cheer Those relies of a home so dear. He was a hunter of the hills, Had followed there the deer and wolf; To him this dungeon was a gulf, And fettered feet the worst of ills. VI. Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls: A thousand feet in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow; Thus much the fathom-line was sent From Chillon's snow-white battlement, 3 Which round about the wave enthralls: A double dungeon wall and wave The dark vault lies wherein we lay, 110 We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd; And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath rock'd, And I have felt it shake, unshock'd, Because I could have smiled to see The death that would have set me free. VII. I said my nearer brother pined, I said his mighty heart declined, He loath'd and put away his food; It was not that 'twas coarse and rude, 119 130 The milk drawn from the mountain goat But what were these to us or him? 140 Had his free breathing been denied I saw, and could not hold his head, And scoop'd for him a shallow grave I might have spared my idle prayer- The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; His empty chain above it leant, Such murder's fitting monument! 150 160 VIII. But he, the favorite and the flower, Most cherish'd since his natal hour, |