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!

- Emily Brontë

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