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Emily Brontė : 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 Brontė (1818-1848)	P. 1846

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