My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,
As men's have grown from sudden fears.


The Prisoner of Chillon, st. 1 (1816)


My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.

My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears.