Riches I hold in light esteem;
And Love I laught to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanished 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,
Tis all that I implore;
In life and death, a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
Emily Jane Brontė