With tears for naught but others' ills, And then they flowed like mountain rills, Which he abhorred to view below. 105 V The other was as pure of mind, Which 'gainst the world in war had stood, With joy-but not in chains to pine: I saw it silently decline And so perchance in sooth did mine: But yet I forced it on to cheer Those relics of a home so dear. He was a hunter of the hills, Had followed there the deer and wolf; 110 115 120 VI Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls: A thousand feet in depth below Thus much the fathom-line was sent Which round about the wave inthralls: 125 A double dungeon wall and wave We heard it ripple night and day; Sounding o'er our heads it knocked; And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And then the very rock hath rocked, And I have felt it shake, unshocked, 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 loathed and put away his food; It was not that 'twas coarse and rude, The milk drawn from the mountain goat 130 135 140 145 150 My brother's soul was of that mould he died. I saw, and could not hold his head, I might have spared my idle prayer — They coldly laughed and laid him there: The flat and turfless earth above The being we so much did love; VIII 155 160 165 170 175 But he, the favourite and the flower, Ilis mother's image in fair face, 180 The infant love of all his race, His martyred father's dearest thought, I've seen it rushing forth in blood, Strive with a swoln convulsive motion, But these were horrors this was woe He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, 185 190 195 200 As a departing rainbow's ray; A groan o'er his untimely lot, 210 In this last loss, of all the most; More slowly drawn, grew less and less : I called, for I was wild with fear; I called, and thought I heard a sound- I only stirred in this black spot, I only lived, I only drew The accursed breath of dungeon-dew; 215 220 225 230 Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place. One on the earth, and one beneath My brothers both had ceased to breathe! 235 I took that hand which lay so still, Alas! my own was full as chill; A frantic feeling, when we know That what we love shall ne'er be so. 240 |