A Poem by Emily Bronte
Blog :Musings of a Geek
Date: 1/3/2012 8:29:00 PM
There are times when I come across a poem, hitherto unknown to me, that captivates my mind and I am left numb on reading it out loud. Yesterday was such an occasion as I chanced upon the following poem by Emily Bronte.
The Old Stoic
- Riches I hold in light esteem,
- And Love I laugh to scorn;
- And lust of fame was but a dream
- That vanish'd 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.