Emily Bronte was an English poet and novelist; the author of Wuthering Heights.
I never knew Emily among poets until Daniel Aribido gave me her novel: “Wuthering Heights” as a gift. Ever since, her poem has been a motivation to me.
EMILY BRONTE’S POEM:
“Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laught 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!”
A Poem by Emily Bronte written 1st March 1841.