The Old Stoic | Emily Brontė

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
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!