Prisoner of Chillon

It was at length the same to me
Fettered or fetter less to be,
…I learned to love despair.
And thus when they appeared at last,
And all my bonds aside were cast,
These heavy walls to me had grown
A hermitage –all my own!
And half I felt as they were come
To tear me from a second home:

My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are — even I
Regained my freedom with a sigh. 

George Gordon, Lord Byron
“The Prisoner of Chillon”