Chillon Poem by robert dickerson
Chillon
He stood thus so in full sight
of the tyrant's manacle
and in the pillar carved his name
deeply through the halls of fame,
somewhat less than five foot eight
judging from the scripture's height;
Enough for Byron, he was free
or is so being out of life
as all of us are soon to be
and so, to bed, Chillon, goodnight.
Friday, October 28, 2011
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