Lord Byron The Prisoner of Chillon

The Prisoner of Chillon by George Gordon Byron Lord Byron
Barrett produced by Robert Nichol Audioproductions London

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, Which round about the wave inthralls:
A double dungeon wall and wave
Have made-and like a living grave
Below the surface of the lake
The dark vault lies wherein we lay:
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.

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