by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Riches I hold in light esteem
Language: English 
Riches I hold in light esteem,
  And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
  That vanish'd with the morn;

And if I pray, the only prayer
  That moves my lips for me
Is, "Leave the heart that now I bear,
  And give me liberty!"

Yes, as my swift days near their goal,
  'T is all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
  With courage to endure.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-12-06
Line count: 12
Word count: 75