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 ;
In life and death , a chainless soul ,
With courage to endure .
Emily Bronte ( 1818 ---1848 )
She was also the Author of " Wuthering Height's " and " Jane Eyre " both Classics & passionate , I'm sure there are more but can't list them all. She died at the tender age of thirty and how her mind knew of such tales of passion while living isolated in the moors of England with only her family members around her , I can't even imagine. I would really love to have tea with the Lady and learn from one of the best .....