---

Emily Jane Bronte - Riches I hold in light esteem
Work rating: Low

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!
Source
The script ran 0.001 seconds.