Bronte
satya - 7/24/2017, 6:33:38 PM
Riches I hold in light esteem (March 1, 1841)
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 Through life and death, a chainless soul With courage to endure!