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The Old Stoic

Riches I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh 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 Brontë

Emily Brontë, born in 1818, is best known for her novel Wuthering Heights (Thomas Cautley Neuby, 1847). Her poetry is published in The Complete Poems of Emily Jane Brontë (Hodder and Stoughton, 1923).