(Where the electric light is now installed in the dungeon of Bonivard.)
Electric lighting, dear to modern mind,
Bright in this dungeon! Switzerland, thou art
Too mad for things quite fin-de-siècle smart!
Surely the trains, that rumble just behind,
And Vevey tramcars, in my thoughts consigned
To even hotter place, had been enough
To scare SAND, HUGO, SHELLEY, in a huff;
Make BYRON cast his poem to the wind!
Chillon, thy prison may become a place