‘Riches I hold in light esteem’ by Emily Bronte

I love literature, including poem.

Recently this poem hovers around me. I don’t know why.

Riches I hold in light esteem by Emily Bronte

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!