the old stoic

• ursula le guin'in "very far away from anywhere else" kitabında da yer alan
  emily bronte şiiri:
  
  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.