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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.



AT CASTLE WOOD BY EMILY BRONTE

The day is done, the winter sun

Is setting in its sullen sky;

And drear the course that has been run,

And dim the beams that slowly die.


No star will light my coming night;

No moon of hope for me will shine;

I mourn not Heaven would blast my sight,

And I never longed for ways divine.


Through Life's hard task I did not ask

Celestial aid, celestial cheer:

I saw my fate without its mask,

And met it too without a tear.


The grief that prest this living breast

Was heavier far than earth can be;

And who would dread eternal rest

When labour's hire was agony?


Dark falls the fear of this despair

On spirits born for happiness;

But I was bred the mate of care,

The foster-child of sore distress.


No sighs for me, no sympathy,

No wish to keep my souls below;

The heart is dead sinc

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