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 Brontë
A portrait of Brontë made by her brother (source: wikipedia)
It was said that the above poem was written by Brontë as she was becoming an independent and opinionated young woman.