Người tù ở Chillon (04) The Prisoner of Chillon (04)

The Prisoner of Chillon (04)

I was the eldest of the three,
⁠And to uphold and cheer the rest⁠
⁠I ought to do—and did my best—
And each did well in his degree.
⁠The youngest, whom my father loved,
Because our mother’s brow was given
To him, with eyes as blue as heaven—
⁠For him my soul was sorely moved:
And truly might it be distressed
To see such bird in such a nest;
For he was beautiful as day—
⁠(When day was beautiful to me⁠80
⁠As to young eagles, being free)—
⁠A polar day, which will not see
A sunset till its summer’s gone,
⁠Its sleepless summer of long light,
The snow-clad offspring of the sun:
⁠And thus he was as pure and bright,
And in his natural spirit gay,
With tears for nought but others’ ills,
And then they flow’d like mountain rills,
Unless he could assuage the woe⁠
Which he abhorred to view below.