| Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury. 1875. |
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| Lord Byron |
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| CCIX. On the Castle of Chillon |
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| ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind! | |
| Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, | |
| For there thy habitation is the heart— | |
| The heart which love of Thee alone can bind. | |
| And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd, | 5 |
| To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, | |
| Their country conquers with their martyrdom, | |
| And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. | |
| Chillon! thy prison is a holy place | |
| And thy sad floor an altar, for 'twas trod, | 10 |
| Until his very steps have left a trace | |
| Worn as if thy cold pavement were a sod, | |
| By Bonnivard! May none those marks efface! | |
| For they appeal from tyranny to God. | |
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