The Old Stoic
Published in Poem Of The Day
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.
About this Poem
"The Old Stoic" appeared in a volume of poetry compiled by the Bronte sisters-Charlotte, Emily, and Anne-published in 1846. They wrote under masculine pseudonyms based on their real initials, calling their book "Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell."
About Emily Bronte
Emily Bronte was born on July 30, 1818, in Thornton, England. She is best known for her only novel, "Wuthering Heights," widely considered one of the greatest in the English language. Bronte died on December 19, 1848.
This poem is in the public domain. Distributed by King Features Syndicate
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