For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble <br />In my faint eyes, and that my heart beat fast <br />With feelings which make rapture pain resemble, <br />Yet, from thy voice that falsehood starts aghast, <br />I thank thee--let the tyrant keep <br />His chains and tears, yea, let him weep <br />With rage to see thee freshly risen, <br />Like strength from slumber, from the prison, <br />In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind <br />Which on the chains must prey that fetter humankind.<br /><br />Percy Bysshe Shelley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragment-to-a-friend-released-from-prison/
